a big (little) family

Trying to maintain my sanity and live to blog about it.

Pierce, meet Watermelon.

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Last year, I wrote this post about Charlotte’s first experience with watermelon. In keeping with tradition, here’s Pierce’s first encounter with the fruit. It’s just too much fun to hand it to them and let them go at it. It’s less fun with it’s time to clean up the mess. But again, totally worth it.

From the Land Down Under

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“Mom, how does your hair spray smell good when it’s made out of kangaroos?” Sterling wants to know. Aussie, you want to take this one?

Just a swingin’

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  The swing that Uncle Brian hung in the tree in our front yard a year and a half ago has been used on a nearly daily basis by many small children. Today, it bit back. Think I should help her?

Sterling, revised.

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One little boy’s freckled, speckled nose now holds a pair of blue spectacles. He’s enjoying the game of pretending he’s upset about them. Every so often, though, I catch him making faces at himself in the mirror and smiling.

9 months.

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Little Man Pierce is getting so big. He’s now 9 months old. He’s finally broke through his first tooth. He can pull to stand on me, but hasn’t pulled up on anything else yet. He doesn’t crawl, but he does try to scoot. Mostly it just makes him mad. When he’s mad, he’s been known […]

Give away smell-away?

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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!”