Friday, December 23, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Those of you who have more than one boy in your family will know that brothers cannot stop touching each other. Pushing, poking, kicking, tripping, wrestling, tousling each other's hair, you get the idea, right? It's always something. The neverending chaos is enough to drive this peace-seeking soul out of her ever-lovin' mind.
Once, when my little guy was just shy of three, we were baking something together that required us to separate the eggs. Patting myself on the back for making this an educational experience, and distracting myself from the inevitable cringe that comes with tiny hands slamming the egg into the side of the bowl, I explained, "We have to separate the eggs. Do you know what separate means?" To which he replied, "Don't fight?"...
And another thought for "separated":
You can take the tree out of Christmas, but you can't take the Christmas out of the tree.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
This is how we live...
meticulously manicured lawn...
recently painted white picket fence...
evenly spaced apples with no pesticides and no worms,
perfectly poufy clouds that mirror our bushes...
(insert record scratch here)... NOT!
Gee whiz, and we haven't even gotten to talk about the inside! No, we are a little more scattered in real life. I could elaborate, but just suffice it to say that I sent my husband to the school planetarium twice yesterday, when it turned out that my son's class was actually scheduled to go today.
Anyway, this one is true...
We actually do have hearts floating out our windows.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Welcome to the good stuff...
My bloggy friend, Ces, talks about launching her children into lives of their own, and that concept is the starting point for this week's Illustration Friday submission. We have been on vacation for four days now, and I am keenly aware that our family is dwelling in a pocket of time that is truly unique and may very well be short-lived. Our kids are now 10 and 12, ages where they are easy to please and take care of (I'm remembering packing the car with huge canvas bags full of plastic gizmos and floaty toys, potty stops every 50 miles, and always providing a side dish of macaroni and cheese to whatever culinary concoction was being planned for vacation decadence) but yet they still like us and still want to be seen with us, have us chaperone school field trips, coach their teams and volunteer at school parties. We don't know yet what parenting teenagers is like, but we've seen a few of them and we were once teenagers ourselves, so we have some idea. We may very well have to brace ourselves. We're up for it, we're paying attention and we are doing our best to provide a suitable and stable launch pad.
In the meantime, the only launching I'm doing this week is out of my beach chair to jump waves with two certain boys who are really only mine for a little while longer.
Prepare for launch...
Update: Check this out, I'm infringing on my brother's copyright here, but it is oh so cool, and also so appropriate for launch, I'll make him a pie or a cheesecake or something later, and maybe he'll forgive me. My brother is a real rocket scientist, and is currently in Baikonur doing his thing. Among other things, he posted this photograph of a Soyuz launch on our family blog.