I’ve heard of getting up on the wrong side of the bed, but I’ve never heard of sleeping on the wrong side of the bed….
What’s next? Midnight margaritas?!
So we’re moving. I have been up to my eyeballs in wallpaper stripper and paint cans at the new house. It is only 6 blocks from the old house, so I’ve also been running back and forth between the houses, dealing with kids, packing, organizing school supplies, etc. And, since the big guys went back […]
His father’s son.
This morning, as every morning, Grant came running out to find me. I love hearing the pad, pad, pad of his feet coming down the hallway. I love how he says, “Mom!” as if I’m some delightful surprise he wasn’t expecting. I love how he wants to climb in my lap and snuggle up and […]
Well, then that’s different.
We went to the cabin this weekend. Rich was working on a project outside, tools scattered all around. Grant picked up one of the tools. “Put that down Grant. It’s not a toy.”“I’m not using it as a toy.”
Bedtime Story.
“Mom, will you read me?” (That’s not a typo: “read me”) “I already did, but you may take a book to bed and read it to yourself.” A love of reading is a good thing, but I would think it’s uncomfortable.
Don’t take the apple.
I forgot about this: When we were camping last month, I took Grant into the women’s bathroom to get him ready for bed. There was a woman in a stall when we arrived, but Grant didn’t notice. He yakked non-stop while I got him ready, even trying to talk with the toothbrush in his mouth. […]
I’m not checking anyone’s pockets but my own.
I want to renegotiate my laundry contract. Now. Doing laundry for boys is tough work. It smells bad and there are often unmentionable stains and things that need stain remover. (Lots and lots of stain remover.) Doing laundry for boys is usually unappreciated. It requires follow-up to ensure that the folded clothes laid out on […]
Oh, the things I hear… (part 1)
“Don’t take my crocodile off of the toilet.” – Grant “There’s an arrow in my butt.” – Grant “The helicopter can’t go up, but the hot dog can!” – Grant “The object of the game is to kill me” – Mitchell (immediately followed by…) “Well then quit yelling at me for killing you!” – Conner […]
Too much American Idol.
I just took the boys to get haircuts. When Grant is in the chair, I try to stand near him so he doesn’t get wiggy or uncooperative. He kept looking in the mirror asking about “the microphone.” Behind ya! In the mirror. Look! A microphone! We did not get it at all. He was getting […]
Narcolepsy?
I wish I could just fall asleep in any ‘ole place, in any ‘ole position, no matter what is happening around me…
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