Number Six caught in the act He tried to make a quick getaway and wiped out in his own puddle of misbehavior. (and don’t worry — it’s only water).
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I swear it was their idea…
Number 3 and 4 asked to sleep in their closets tonight. If only there were locks on those doors…
I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And doggone it, people like me.
Yesterday’s swim practice was a swimathon where the kids had to swim as many laps as they could in an hour. Number 3 swam 48, and Number 4 swam 40. I was really impressed. So last night as I was tucking the kids into bed, I told them each how proud I was of them. “Hey Mom,”
Buy this, not that.
After recently cleaning out Number 5 and 6’s closet, I have a couple of recommendations regarding 3 gifts NOT to buy new moms. 1. Towels with animal heads attached to them I have 5 of these towels. I never used them. And they are really annoying to fold and/or stack in your closet. 2. Shoes for any child under
You suck, but here’s a ribbon anyway!
When I was a kid, you had to actually be good at something to win a trophy or a medal. Or you at least had to hang in there for an entire season to get one. Number 1 and 2 both did BMX for a few years. There were races on Wednesday nights throughout the summer.
smokefest 2012
Forget all the cousins that he got to play with, or the 10 gallons of fruit punch he drank, or the marshmallows they roasted over an open fire to make smores, or the fact that he got to stay up until 10:00… This is what Number 3 took away from our family reunion… #3 “Uncle