Now calm down. I’m not about to insult The Duke. I grew up on John Wayne movies, including this one mentioned in a comment someone kindly left in the Add Your Own Story section of this blog. Check it out:
Last night we finished watching The Quiet Man with John Wayne.
6 Yr old son: Papa, that movie is going to give me nightmares.
Papa: What part?
6 Yr old son: What’s a nightmare?
Papa: Bad dreams that scare you.
6 Yr old son: Never mind… I’ll be okay.
Too cute, right?
I responded to this by thanking the person for evidently thinking of me shortly after it happened. He responded: Read the rest of this entry
It started as a run-of-the-mill laundry sorting, which led to an underwear fight, which I may or may not have taken part in. (There are no witnesses. I deny everything.)
And it somehow culminated in this lovely addition to my wall candle decoration.
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My husband missed dinner because a work meeting ran long. As I was serving our youngest her food she said, “It feels like Dad died.”
“That’s a sad thing to say!”
She looked down, thought about it for a while, and then changed her statement to Read the rest of this entry
My sweet, darling, adorable red-headed six-year-old, E, never ceases to astound me. But not always for good reason.
Here’s an exchange between her and her older sister, L, while they stirred up strawberry jello.
E: It’s blood.
L: No, it’s a flood.
E: It’s a flood of blood.
L: No, it’s a strawberry flood.
E: It’s a flood of strawberry blood.
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I just came across this facebook post of mine from a couple years ago. It still cracks me up so I thought I’d share:
Phonics and spelling assessment for one child + math unit review for another = Momma gets to have a little a-d-d-i-t-i-o-n to her lemonade today!
= temporary relief from insanity
Remember, faithful readers, when my oldest came up with a handy excuse for her spelling mistakes, ala “a letter was missing because it wasn’t invited to the word party,” or the quotation marks were so low because “they had rocks in their boots”?
The latest came when the printer was running low on ink and the bottom halves of a few lines were faint to non-existent. My daughter said Read the rest of this entry
Whilst caressing my cheek and speaking in a sweet voice, my daughter said, “Mommy, I really don’t like you. I like daddy.”
And someone else sent me this nugget: Read the rest of this entry
Anyone who spends a significant amount of time with a toddler can appreciate the joy that a few minutes of privacy can bring. Toddlers are with you always, with an endless stream of questions, many of which have obvious answers and didn’t need to be asked in the first place.
I had one of those days with my son, so when I went to the bathroom, I locked the door. I just wanted to tinkle in peace. But no sooner had I sat down when I heard the familiar: “Mommy, where are you?” followed by my son’s desperate attempt to open the door. I was so frustrated I couldn’t stand it. So when my son asked, “What you doing?” I replied, Read the rest of this entry