Or more realistically, A What Not To Do Tutorial, otherwise known as a Comedy of Errors. I use tutorials quite a bit in my career and am immensely grateful for them. I decided, since I have been planning to make this apron anyway, why not make a tutorial at the same time? Sure! Great idea! Finish reading this post…
Aviana, age 9, bursts into the bathroom where I’m, ahem, doing bathroom things. “MAMA!” she bellows, “Mama!” “What?!”alarmed, I am forced to answer, wondering why I can’t seem to remember to ALWAYS lock the door. “Stamps are now 49 cents!” ************** Cadrian, age 5, to our chiropractor. Did you buy that table put togevvewr awweady Finish reading this post…
My friend, to Brielle: I like your dress Brielle: Thanks, but you’ll like my other one better. ************************************* I am walking down the stairs. Cadrian, looks up delighted: Mama! You’re so cwever! Me: I am? Him: Yes! I was just wooking for you, and den here you are! ************************************** Aviana’s New Year’s Resolutions include: “Learn Finish reading this post…
Ahh. I have been a little concerned that I’ve been getting depressed. Like, seriously. But I think what I really needed was to just get out of the house! The children were doing better healthwise today, even Elivette (who wanted to snurse all night, and if I pulled her off the breast she complained. Loudly. Finish reading this post…
I am thankful for people who make me laugh. I really like to laugh. My son made me laugh when he stumbled into my room with his eyes squeezed shut against the lamp light. He snuggles in next to me, sighs contentedly. Breathes deep, low, even. Toots audibly…mumbles “‘Scuse me”, and nuzzles closer. Seriously! How Finish reading this post…
***please note, questions and comments may or may not overlap and run hlter skelter through the air, independent of any semblance of order. I plop you in the middle of a moment of my day.*** mama, is Kaleb the tallest in in his family? Is he taller than Dada? what If I get to be Finish reading this post…
To Brielle, who has been pestering me to make doll clothes with her. Thinking this would be an easy out,”Maybe we could make diapers for your dolly” “Really!? She’s 14; do you really think she needs a diaper?!” ****** We ask things like ” Who wants more oatmeal?” or “Who wants to go outside?” and Finish reading this post…
This morning I’m snuggling with my sweetest three year old. We’re chatting about nothing at all. Suddenly, he exclaims, alarmed, “Mama! What happened to your forehead?” “I don’t know, what?” “You have big wines dere, wike waiwoad twacks!” Yeah, apparently I’m getting old and wrinkly.
*Denton’s belly laugh when Cadrian walked around outside kicking leaves into the air. *Aviana came downstairs singing: Beethoven, Bach, don’t forget bronze fleas! I was pretty sure that wasn’t how the song went…If you’re not familiar with the Beethoven’s Wig CDs, check them out. They are a delightful way to introduce children to classical music. Finish reading this post…
Last night Aviana asked me to tell her a story from my childhood. So I started telling her about one of my childhood houses and some of the games we would play there and some of the activities I remembered doing there. After a few minutes, she said, “If that’s the story Mama, it’s more Finish reading this post…