That’s what my youngest daughter said when she saw me spoiling my dinner. In fact, all three girls stopped conversation to stare at me in the kitchen, while dinner cooked.
“Why?” I asked her, innocently.
“Because then I can eat candy whenever I want, too.”
Yep, pays to be the mom.
This morning I found this taped to the girls’ bedroom door. Read the rest of this entry
Through the baby monitor, my husband and I heard Joseph wake up. I went to get him and said, “So, Joseph, what do you think of Daddy? He’s kind of funny looking, huh? But don’t worry. You get to leave when you’re 18. I’m stuck with him for life!”
My husband pushed the talk button on the receiving end Read the rest of this entry
Step 1. Get water ready.
Step 2. Change and throw away poopy diaper.
Step 3. Return from depositing poopy diaper in diaper pail five feet away only to discover baby has pooped again ALREADY!
Step 4. Repeat steps 2-4, as needed.
Step 5. Remove baby’s clothing and carry to bathroom.
Step 6. Remove diaper, praying there’s no more poop in it. (If not, continue to step 7. If so, repeat steps 2–4, as needed.)
Step 7. Gently slide baby into bath water and begin bathing.
Step 8. Try not to show irritation as second youngest child enters room to “help.” Read the rest of this entry
My neighbor recently told me the story of when her husband was a boy, he saw his dad waxing his Porsche. Ever the helpful one, he decided to pitch in, only he didn’t grab a soft pad to wax with, he grabbed Read the rest of this entry
Middle Daughter is in 4th grade. A recent math assignment asked her to draw certain dots and make an observation about the pattern. Here’s the answer key:
4. (a) shows the pattern; (d) shows “Possible observations” that can be made: “Each group of dots can be divided into a square and a right triangle; the difference between the total number of dots in each pair of terms increases as the pattern continues.”
Here’s my daughter’s answer sheet: Read the rest of this entry
My oldest daughter’s birthday was yesterday. My parents gave her a set of little chicks. (Random? I know.)
Two are missing because they’re in need of repairs. Their wings fell off. I wonder how.
All three girls were playing with them for a bit when I heard my seven-year-old say something that sounded horribly suspicious.
“Here’s your (something starting with an f and ending with -king) chicks.” Read the rest of this entry
My 6 year-old was whining about her math worksheet. Her older sister said, “You can do it. Mom said it’s easy.”
The 6 year-old replied with, “Yeah, but Mom’s good at everything.”
Clearly a child who Read the rest of this entry