The perils to feeding leftover garlic chicken pasta to toddlers at lunchtime. Man, I wish Brady (the dog) liked pasta.
Resourceful boy.
Pierce found the bottle of ibuprofen and was determined to get it open. I watched from a corner as he got a stool, dug out the wine bottle opener from the kitchen drawer, and went to work. Darn child proof caps.
Our morning [in stories and photos].
Liberty was washing out a diaper and asked Sterling to bring the lid to the diaper pail. (A drip catcher in the trip from the bathroom to the laundry room.) He came back empty handed. Liberty asked him where the lid was, and he had the best excuse I’ve heard of in a while. “There’s […]
Dear Pierce,
I love you. You know I do. But if you want a mother who is sane (and you do. You may not realize it now, but a mother who’s drooling and telling stories of your blow-outs and temper tantrums to potential spouses will make you wish you’d been nicer to me.) you have to slow […]
Pajama Crew
That Tonka truck has provided more hours of entertainment, more races around the living room, more “rides” than even my stroller, I think. Silly children.
Today in short stories.
Certain to speed things along: A two year old knocking on the (only) bathroom door, announcing her need to relieve herself, being told to wait, and then hearing her song. “I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting to PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Oh dear. Ruby asked Sterling if he’d like to play house with her. “Sure. You […]
Poor, poor monkey.
Poor monkey. It’s like Pierce knows I made it. And when I make him mad and put him down for a nap when he doesn’t want one… poor, poor monkey. Momma made Pierce mad. Again.
Pictures: what our homeschool looks like.
Every homeschool blog I look at looks idyllic. Orderly, labeled, color-coded shelves of perfectly graded schoolbooks, desks free of pencil marks (and dust), and charts on the walls to tell each perfectly groomed student which minute of which hour they should be doing their 3rd grade Geometry. Oh, to be so organized. But I’m not. […]
South Dakota days.
My dad has long made up words for old songs. The “Oh Christmas Tree” song with a line in there about green teeth instead of a green tree comes to mind from my growing up years. Not much has changed. As “The weather outside is frightful” got it’s line change yesterday, Ruby was present and […]
Weary travelers and a cold, frustrated momma.
You know you’ve been up for a long time when Ruby asks for lunch at 9:19 am. We’re in South Dakota. The drive took 10.5 hours and we stopped twice. It doesn’t get much better than that with six kids. No one peed their pants and there was minimal crying – and none of it […]
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