No actual Bobs were hurt or thought about during the writing of this post. Shoot. Now I just thought of one. I hope he’s okay.
I was reciting spelling words to my ten-year-old. One of the words was recurring. She wrote it twice. On purpose. Clever girl.
This is the same girl who, six years ago, was in a narrating kick. She once said, “Lucy is walking, walking, walking. Lucy is leaving the room.” (Thank goodness.)
There’s a man who periodically comes to the door asking if he can cut branches off our eucalyptus tree. I think he said his sister uses them in her florist shop. Since the tree grows like a weed and we occasionally have to have it professionally trimmed, I’m always happy to let him.
This time he said he’d be right back after picking his kids up from the school around the corner. When he was gone for a long time I worried he’d changed his mind. Finally there was a knock on the door. The man’s young son was standing there with a bouquet of flowers.
“My mom said to give these to you.”
I thanked him and told him to pass along the thanks to his wonderful mom. I neglected to Read the rest of this entry
Yes, we’re back from our trip to New Mexico. I’ll post pics of the incredible vistas soon. But first, this story from a friend’s Christmas card. When I asked her permission to use it, she said it’s a story that’s meant to be shared. So here we go.
Her 12 year-old son was in a car accident with two other boys and the driver. The car was hit, flipped over once or twice, and the back passenger seats were completely torn off from the rest of the car. (Yeah. That’s a crazy bad accident.) The driver was not too bad off, but one of the boys was sadly killed and another was life flighted away with serious injuries. Amazingly, after lots of work done, he walked out of the hospital five days later, completely and fully recovered.
My friend’s son woke up in the grass 20 yards away from the crash, even though his seatbelt was still buckled in the car.
Yep, you read that right. Read the rest of this entry
You want me to eat you?
Okay! Read the rest of this entry
I asked the girls if someone could grab socks for Joe. Two of them yelled, “I will,” and ran off. They returned with these.
“You couldn’t agree on which socks he should wear, huh?” Read the rest of this entry
This little operation was well under way by the time I got wind of it. They had a blast, and Punzie worked for her food for a change.
For the record, those are sunflower seeds, honest! Read the rest of this entry
When my girls saw a Chick-fil-A mascot on a street corner, they immediately and wordlessly, rolled down their windows and began mooing at it.
My husband said, “What are you doing?”
They said, “We’re talking to the cow!”
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When negotiations don’t work, there’s always this method…
It was time for me to start making dinner. My six-year-old asked what we were having. I told her sausage, potatoes, and corn or carrots. I even let her VOTE on corn or carrots. (She chose corn. Typical.) But then she decided she wasn’t a big fan of sausage and potatoes and asked if there were any other options. I did sort of feel like making tuna casserole since I had plenty of time for cooking, unlike some nights where sausage is the easy last-minute prep meal. So, I told her tuna was an option.
First she said, “Ohh, I don’t like that.”
I reminded her that she and her sisters always eat it up when I make it. Suddenly her eyes brightened as if remembering, so she wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezed me in a big hug, looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, and said quietly but intensely, Read the rest of this entry
English: A Christmas Tree at Home a.k.a. “The Target.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My children are practicing “how it’s going to go down tomorrow morning.” Up and down the stairs over and over, to be sure they get their route to the tree as stream-lined as possible. I can hear the oldest say, Read the rest of this entry
My seven-year-old opened an educational magazine to an article about the life cycle of a butterfly. She then placed a stuffed caterpillar on the page in such a way that it looked like it was reading. She said to me, “Look, mom. Read the rest of this entry
I’d poop in the potty for these!
Before getting married and having children of my own, I lived in the garage of my brother and his family. When their third child was potty training there was a big celebration every time the boy used the potty. In addition to cheers and clapping, there were jelly beans! The good kind–Jelly Bellies that came in a huge tub from Costco. Not only did the boy doing the job get a bean, but his older sisters did, too. I suppose that was a good motivation for them to encourage their little brother to keep up the good work.
But the best part was, even though I wasn’t even in the house Read the rest of this entry