One of the best things about having an au pair? The extra pair of eyes on my teenager. We were out celebrating Valentine’s Day with dinner at a Mexican restaurant, and Amanda filled us in on some more details about Miss C’s past weekend when she had lunch with … a friend.
Who brought her chocolate. And brought his little brother because his Mom insisted.
Her eyewear finally met its match. Something about a snowball fight, running children, a tank brigade followed by the running of the bulls, finished with a parade of bulldozers and one giant Zamboni. The other lens is MIA. Fortunately (or not), they were not on her face when they met this end.
Last night, I heard Martin drop his paint supplies in the other room, bolt out of the house, and then peel out of the driveway into town. I figured he needed something before the stores closed, so I didn’t think anything of it. He returned about 20 minutes later, looking exhausted.
I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.
These days, it is ALL ABOUT tactile learning through touch. When I have him in my arms, he goes straight for my mouth. Sometimes I bite, but mostly I sing, over-enunciating some Eurythmics lyrics or humming along with Enya. Continue reading →
Another morning of seven people going in 20 different directions as fast as possible. According to my planner, we have down time scheduled in February. Until then, I take photos like this (from the weekend) to capture those fleeting moments when we can slow down and catch our breath and some Zzzzzzzs. Continue reading →
Setting my weekday alarm clock for anything later than 5:30 a.m. is absolutely an example of relentless optimism that I may, indeed, need to be roused from a deep and restful sleep. Ha! As if I really need the help getting up so early! Thanks to the baby and these three earlybirds who can’t wait to get to school, I really don’t need the alarm. Continue reading →
Martin and I are enrolled in the same university class. Same homework deadline tonight. Same attention-seeking baby genius who insists on being a chatterbox this evening. At least it seems he’s trying to give us the answers, doesn’t it? Continue reading →