Jan
16
Redding was using his imagination last week. This time when he went raiding the kitchen looking for new toys, he walked away with a sword (wooden spoon) and shield (my smallest pot lid). Now I am a pacifist. It’s true. But this? This is ridiculously adorable.
Jan
12
I woke up to this today.
#4 is Good Cook, which is rather a shock, since Annabella is all about chicken nuggets at this particular moment in her life.
But it’s the last one that really makes my eyes misty. My girl thinks I have a big heart. How wonderful is that?
The “Just Mom and Me” American Girl book is her most favorite thing in the world right now. I highly recommend it.
Jan
06
I love that my children love each other and want to spend time together. I love the way they look forward to Friday afternoons and weekends, so they can hang out and play together.
I do not love that they are so delighted to be together that Annabella goes to the bathroom with the door open and Redding can’t wait to spend time with her, so I find him camped out on the floor with his snack, waiting for her to be done, so they can play some more.
Goofy little bastards.
Jan
04
Me: Red, you want some fruit with your lunch?
Red: A pear!
Me: OK, buddy. I’ll bet you a pear.
Red: Mama, do you want to have a pear with your lunch, too?
Me: No, I don’t really feel like a pear today.
Red: More for me!
Me: Nice one! More for you. (I’ve taken to saying this to the kids when they say they don’t want something.)
Red: Did you like that?
Me: Yep, you cracked me up!
Red: Like an egg?
Me: Just like an egg.
Dec
31
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of a year.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox