Well Tuesday was a blogging jackpot as far as material goes…Kindergarten had their “safe touch” assembly, and it was also picture day for boys’ and girls’ t-ball… BBSA picture day is clearly some sort of karmic punishment for all the stupid shit I did before I had kids. Whoever organized this event must be childless. I
It can get a little hectic around here in the mornings. Number 1 gets on the bus at 6:40 and Number 2 gets his at 7:20. Number 3 gets bus-sick, so he and Number 4 get driven to school at 8:30. If I’m super-organized, all breakfasts and lunches are made by 7:00, but many times I’m shoving
“Number 4, stop picking your nose. ” “Number 4, go get a tissue.” “Number 4, no one is going to want to hold your hand if they see you doing that.” Number 4 went through a serious nose-picking phase about a year-and-a-half ago. Those three sentences were pretty much on a continuous loop in our house.
I went to the grocery store with Number 4 and Number 7 this weekend. I had Number 7 in the baby bjorn. She’s only 6 months old, and her hair is pretty short, so she’s at that stage where, at a quick glance, it’s hard to know if she’s a girl or a boy. Keep
It has been a pleasure to have (Number 4) in our class for two years and see the progress she has made. Huh. Knowing Number 4’s personality, I was a little surprised by this comment on her preschool progress report. But then I kept reading. (Number 4) is very social and we continue to support
The following are NOT reasons to wake Mommy up in the middle of the night: you want me to “wipe the clay off your teddy bear” (what?) you “just want to tell me something” your hair is static-y your foot is itchy because the curtain is wrinkly. it’s too dark it’s not dark enough you dropped your