At lunch today I complained that we don’t get enough comments on our blog. Carter had this idea: Carter: Well, Mom, why don’t you set it so no one knows it’s you that’s writing, and then they’ll think it’s a good blog and maybe they’ll comment. Ummm. . . comments anyone?
Morning Madness- I have a dream. . .
I have a dream. It seems attainable- not one of those “I-want-to-build-a-solar-powered-house-next-door-to-Christopher-Walken” dreams, but a simple aspiration. I want to sleep in on Saturday morning with my spouse. Now that Carter is adept enough at remote controlling, it’s almost a possibility. 5:45am Archie: Daddy doesn’t want to cuddle with me. Kevin: zzzzzzz Me: (Manage to [...]
All I want for Christmas
As I stumbled out for coffee this morning Carter greeted me with a small whitish thing. Carter: Look! Mom!! Me: You got me a piece of corn? Carter: I lost my tooth in the middle of the night!! I checked as soon as I got up to make sure the tooth fairy didn’t take it [...]
1 picture is to 1000 words as 1000 pictures is to _______
I’m always pleased when we get to incorporate math into our daily living- it becomes more like an intriguing puzzle, less like work. Carter: Mom? What’s a thousand times a thousand? Me: mmmm. Add up the zeros, right? So. . . a hundred times a thousand is a hundred thousand, so a thousand times a [...]
Out of the mouths of moms
Parenthood hasn’t been exactly what I expected. Idylic moments watching my children roll wooden cars down grassy knolls in between cooperative games and cuddle breaks are far outweighed by crazed flashes of ducking for cover, preventing attacks and pretending to be a superhero/villain. Instead of reading Emily Dickinson and Little Women, I’m reading books about [...]
There’s a bathroom on the right.
Archie: (presenting the WWF catalogue) I changed my mind about Christmas.
Me: (Relieved to be off the hook for an “actual working jetpack”) You have? Tell me.
Archie: I want a bald eagle. (points to the catalogue) A real one.
Learning on the web
In one of my past jobs, my co-worker and I attended a training in which the presenter ranted about “antispanking nazis” and offered a very complicated refrigerator chart system (still allowing for pro-spanking democrats, I guess) to replace any parenting common sense. We left early, requested a refund, and determined that there were phrases in [...]