snuggling and sacrifice
It is nearly 11:00 AM on this temperate but grayish and wet New Year’s Day, and, oddly enough, I am the only one up. The hubby who stayed up reading after we returned home from our holiday revelry is cozied up in bed next to the seven-year-old, who desperately but unsuccessfully tried to keep up with the almost-twelve-year-olds who intended to stay up ALL night but were found, true to my prediction, sacked out on the couch this morning, unknowingly succumbing to sleep somewhere after movie three. It was a valiant effort, nonetheless. To say it is unusual that I am the only one up would...
Read Morewhat remains
The day began innocently enough as far as epiphanies go. After a slow start due to a late night the evening before, we were finally all up and moving—moving tubs and bags and boxes up from the basement to be dug through and sorted and stored or gotten rid of. I was nearly jubilant as I plowed through the last ten years worth of stuff (which had heretofore been accumulating en masse all over my basement, already a pit to begin with) trying to determine what were keepsakes and what was simply not worth keeping. Baby clothes, teething rings, books, baskets, tennis shoes, clothes out of date,...
Read More>a taste of freedom
> It is 11:30, and my house is eerily empty. I have both anticipated and dreaded this moment for months, if not years. After ten years of child-filled days, I now have three days a week to myself. Having already had breakfast with one of my best friends, now also child-less, I’m not quite sure what to do with my afternoon. Today will be filled with getting done all that has not gotten done this summer. Paying bills, updating accounts, catching up on emails–all sorts of fun awaits me at my computer. I might even unpack from our weekend. Maybe. Buddy is now at lunch–I...
Read More>the big day
> I really have actually done a little writing, but have been on the road and getting these kiddos set for school. Hope to post some of it tomorrow, perhaps! My baby, first day of first grade. Where has the time gone? (Where have his CHEEKS gone? Not to mention his TEETH?!?!) My FIFTH GRADER. Ugh. I am getting OLD. (Isn’t she pretty?) Two peas in a pod… …all the way down to their...
Read More>my baby starts first grade tomorrow morning. which of us do you think will get the least amount of sleep?
Read More>our last days of summer vacation
> If my dear friend Bob thought it strange that we spent part of our last spring break in Indianapolis, he will be completely flumoxed by the fact that our summer “vacation” was spent in Springfield, Illinois. The kiddos in front of the state capitol building. (Should that be capitalized? I’m too tired to care…) It was one of the most beautiful domes (from the inside, of course) that I’ve ever seen. Hangin’ with the Lincoln Family at the White House. I HIGHLY recommend the Lincoln Presidential Museum. Very, VERY well done. Yep, that’s corn....
Read More>another go ‘round
> I was kinda sorta almost doing okay-ish with the thought of my baby starting first grade a week from tomorrow. That is, of course, until I looked at this. I had all sorts of fears for my daughter’s first year of school—fear, of course, being what I do. In the end, it was all good, as everyone assured me it would be. The role my daughter was cast in has fit her well, and I am eagerly anticipating the playing out of her fifth grade run, though I wish I knew where those adorable cheeks went. My son, on the other hand, is causing me great concern and distress as we gear up for...
Read More>the state fair: a photo essay
> top ten things i love about the fair: 1. for one whole day, i don’t feel fat, frumpy, out of style, or underdressed. 2. i leave with a newfound appreciation for my own children. i get to watch my daughter be my daughter… …and my son be my son. 3. the sky lift. the best three bucks ever spent after ten hours on your feet. (with the exception of the 25 cent massage chair…) 4. fried dough with sugar on it. ’nuff said. 5. the ferris wheel. what’s not to love? 6. more food on a stick than you can shake a stick at. 7. the state fair youth choir....
Read More>parenting pop quiz
>When your six-year-old falls into the fountain at Whetstone, completely submerged, which is the appropriate response? A. Give him a stern lecture on not running off and climbing on things. Oh, wait, you’ve done that already. Twice. Just tonight. B. Roll on the grass laughing at him as he stands there with his hair plastered to his head and water running down his legs. Try to pretend to be upset with him when you walk past the parents that saw him fall in. Ignore the fact they thought HE was a SHE. C. Make him sit in the shade. In the breeze. D. Your...
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