Well, I won’t lie – it’s been a hard week, for reasons I don’t want to explain to you. Would you like to be entertained? Here are three snippets that made me laugh. First Dear Stranger in the Thrift Store: I do not usually bum a diaper off someone I do not know. Thank you […]
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There are human experiences that find relief only in the writing of extremely tacky poetry – the kind that Uncle Joe would read aloud at his great-niece’s wedding, laboring under the impression that he has produced something clever while everyone else ate cake. (“Her mother and father did her adore, Little knowing what lay in
In sickness and in health: a short opinion on life in the former Read More »
Confession: My son caught me crouching in the pantry with a large spoonful of peanut butter and honey halfway to my mouth. ??!!?? he said. The spoon made it the rest of the way, hastily. Regan, I said firmly, I am gathering shthrength to care for my children. Now go play. * Three weeks of
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Confession: I don’t often do it this way, but to bring you up to speed on the last few months I’m going to just this once. In brief then, here’s a photographical run-down of our summer. Let me start with breakfast. When you have half a dozen children, the simple pleasures of life such as
We have no house pets at all. But you guys are too good at guessing. I was all set for the Ghost of Christmas Past, or an angel, as Sharon suggested! One of our harum-scarum sons was apparently in too much of a hurry to meet the school bus, and left the laundry room door
We sat on the couch in the late winter, 7:45 am, the boys just out the door for school. Kelly was still sleeping upstairs. One twin sat on my husband’s lap, and the other hung out on the floor nearby. Ryan savored his coffee. I savored the precious moments of quiet, with Baby snuggled against
A real life riddle Read More »
It’s more aspirational than strictly true about any of us at the moment, but the children and I say it aloud together on Monday mornings when we have our powwow to discuss plans for the week. I am a responsible, joyful person who shares ownership of this home. I am in charge of my own body and
For ten minutes she looked through her closet, dithering. She was not a ditherer by nature, so this was a matter of unusual difficulty. What to wear? She could wear the pretty paisley dress, but she’d worn it to the last social event, and probably to the one before that. She could wear the blue,
First world problems Read More »
“It seems we find it hard to learn Seasons will always turn and turn When it feels like the die’s been cast I have to know that this too shall pass God’s the Keeper of the Seasons The author and the guide of all the many changes And when I don’t understand the reasons I’ll
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We started it as an energy-burning game for my hyperactive second-born son. Run up the flight of eighteen stairs… Tag the wall… Run back down… And tag the couch… Four times. Now see how fast you can do it. Motion? Speed? Noise? Ticking timer? Oh my. He loved it. And then his brother had to
