We’re home. After 10.75 hours spent driving 650 miles with seven children in one overloaded van, we made it home last night at 6:30pm. I’m pretty sure I lost a few years off my life over the course of the drive. Word to the wise: place your least talkative child/ren nearest the driver during such trips. […]
Mathematics, Dried Milk Crusts, and Problematic Peanut Butter Cups
Blaine took the kids to church tonight, and I stayed home with sleeping Elliot. (Formerly sleeping. Now she’s ingesting dry cheerios at a rapid rate and looking thoroughly confused at the quiet house she woke up to.) I was cleaning up supper after they left, found a nasty dried out milk mess under the spoon […]
Pool noodles, disillusioned children, and long pauses…
Pierce informed me his name is Angel. Someone has an elevated and somewhat distorted view of himself, I’m thinking. Solution: Charlotte and Ruby share a double bed. One dear daughter is a bit of a… bed hog, shall we say? I stuck a pool noodle under the sheet and mattress pad the full length of […]
Thanksgiving week, still teething, and improper pronoun usage.
I heard Pierce doing who knows what in the bathroom and hollered at him to find out. He came out and informed me he was scrubbing the toilet. I asked him what he was using, fearful where this was going. “Daddy’s toothbrush.” I cracked up. Of course. “The BIG one, with black on it…” He […]
Baking. Teething. Cleaning. Procrastinating.
So far this week, we’ve had two salt spills and one basil spill. We’re well seasoned around here. Ellie’s teething. And crabby. She doesn’t know what she wants. We don’t know what she wants either. It’s a less than thrilling situation. Ruby held her hands over her chest in the cold outdoors and said she […]
Inching along…
Ruby and Liberty were messing around when school should have been happening instead, and Ruby ended up with a small cut on her backside from Liberty’s pencil. She was mourning the injury when Charlotte expressed concern. “Is poop going to leak out of Ruby’s cut?!” Oh dear. I sent Sterling down to fill the woodstove. […]
Mr. P turns 3.
Last night as a two year old: Tomorrow, Pierce turns three. He has a good case of hand, foot, and mouth going on – but he’s starting to feel better if his energy level tonight was any indicator. Just in time for Miss Charlie to start vomiting. Two bugs. One house. Nine people. My sanity […]
Charlie
Tonight is Charlotte’s last night as a three year old… she’s just a wee bit excited.
Communion Sunday
Sundays are stressful days. My husband holds an office in our church, teaches Sunday school, and is generally MIA an unpredictable amount. Then, there’s communion. Our church serves communion twice a month, during which a tray looking something like this: containing 50 or so tiny cups of bright purple fluid gets passed down the pew […]
Chaos is becoming the new norm around here.
Chaos. Sheer chaos. I imagine the fact that there are quite a few children running around these parts, and likely a little bit just because they are children, but chaos reigns. One dear child decided to do the heave-ho grab, wrapped arms around Pierce’s legs and picked him up in one less than smooth move. He […]