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
Here’s one from my draft slush pile that I just rediscovered and found rather amusing. The timing is off, but hey….
The night before Thanksgiving my sister took her daughter to New York City to watch the balloons being blown up for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. On the way to the city her four-year-old asked, Read the rest of this entry
When my daughter was about three-years-old, we were playing in her room one morning . I had not even showered, brushed my hair, or anything. We were sitting on the floor and hugging each other, and she looked up at me and said, Read the rest of this entry
“Snap, crackle, pop”? More like “Crunch, crunch, crunch” as they’re stepped on.
I told my six and four-year-old girls that, no, they cannot open that new box of cereal they want until they finish some of the plethora of nearly finished cereal boxes we already have. They agreed and began eating some of the old cereal without complaint, so I walked away to get some work done.
After a while I decided it had gotten rather quiet in the kitchen. Too quiet.
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Post Honey Bunches of Oats with Pecan Bunches (Photo credit: theimpulsivebuy)
We have cold cereal for breakfast almost every morning. The names of the different brands of cereal have gotten lost in toddler translation. One of our three-year-old’s favorites is “Honey Bunches of Oats”, but when we ask her what she’d like to eat she says: Read the rest of this entry
St. Peter’s Basilica at Early Morning (Photo credit: Wikipedia) P.S. This wasn’t the church I was at!
When my youngest was born, she made her first church appearance just a few days later. Being understandably tired, we didn’t make it to our usual Mass, but went to an 11:00 a.m. at a church I’m not as familiar with. The baby slept wonderfully through Mass until just before the end. When she began to cry, I picked her up and looked around for a private hidey-hole in which to discreetly feed her. Then I spotted a folding chair in a dark corner, far from any people. Perfect!
A minute later, Mass was over and I soon discovered a crucial architectural structure that I had previously overlooked: Read the rest of this entry