Pierce has a new favorite food. It even trumps Momma’s milk. Espresso ice cream. Don’t ask me how I know.
Give away smell-away?
Dry Idea sent me a free deodorant to try out – and three coupons to give away to you, my lucky (and sweaty, if your climate is anything like mine these last few days!) readers. Dry Idea took me through a camping trip. No one complained, so I’m going to say it worked up to […]
25.
Tonight, I made zucchini boats for supper. I mixed them up, got them in the oven, and they had to bake for 25 minutes. In 25 minutes, I gave two boys haircuts, the same two boys baths, and took a shower myself. I made it just in time. But if you see a bald spot, […]
Home again.
After 10 days, 2,147 miles, one dog, and eight people more or less living out of a 12 passenger van for the duration, we’re home. In one piece. After driving all night and arriving home this morning at 6am, we’re all a little exhausted. Me more than the kids – so much for a nap. […]
“Mom, you’re old.”
As we were approaching my parents home early this morning, I pointed out to the kids the farm where I spent many high school hours, milking cows. Eden crashed my trip down memory lane right quick. “Wow, that barn’s really shiny for how old it is!”
Vacation, big (little) style.
Psst… these tiny toes are headed to the lake just hanging out playing with the squirt guns Grandma bought and having tons of fun. See ya.
Two happy campers hanging out and Grandma and Grandpa’s in a new stroller. I’m not sure who’s more excited about the new toy. I do know, though, who’s more excited about being on vacation and having grandma’s help. Me.
Communication crack-down.
“Eden, would you put about… 10 eggs in a pan?” “Sure!” She walks away. Moments later, she’s back. “Crack them, right?” “No! We need to hard boil them.” Disappointment. “Oh.” We just about had scrambled eggs for supper instead of potato salad to take camping. Whew. That was close.
Procrastination from packing.
Pierce fell asleep not on my back, in my bed, or in his bed two days in a row now. Never before had such a thing happened. Last night, it was laying across my lap. Maybe we’re turning a corner with his fussiness. Today, Blaine turns 35. I’m sure he’ll thank me for throwing that […]
Onion crybaby.
Liberty’s chopping onions for me. I hear a cry from the kitchen, asked if all was well, thinking there may be blood. Nope. “My eyes hurt.” was the reply. Whew.
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