“Hey!” I barked, with a furious rap on the window. “Get out of there!” The offender whirled back, black eyes pools of panic. He darted, limbs pumping, careening crazily from the carpet of green across the smooth concrete and into the safety of the neighbor’s yard. He stared; I stared. Beady eyes afar calculated the … Continue reading
Parenting is chronic. Sometimes you need to take a break, lest you lose your everlovin’ mind. Locking yourself into the bathroom alone, or miracle of miracles, stepping outside of the house without the kids, provides a blessed bit of space, which allows you to remember that you do, in fact, love these funny little human … Continue reading
The last few weeks, I’ve noticed a serious cobweb situation developing on our porch. I realize, of course, that we live (practically) in the woods, and a few spiders come with the territory. A few. But I’ve seen more than a few, and some of them have been big suckers. The other night, as I … Continue reading
“I don’t know what to do about this.” “Sorry, what?” He looked up from his computer. “The situation with the kids? And that country song? Why can’t they just stick to lovesick crooning and runaway dogs and makin’ Momma proud?” I asked. “Uh…what seems to be the problem?” His computer was shut tight now, giving … Continue reading
Story is that the roads ’round these parts “developed” as a series of cowpaths (or possibly Native American foot paths). Which goes a long way toward explaining why streets twist and turn, why street names change without warning (or signs), how you can be on “one road” for a mile and make 28 turns, and … Continue reading
My sister has awesome porn star eyebrows (her words, not mine). She can raise one eyebrow in a super feminine way, as if to say “I don’t believe you, dahling.” She also regularly pokes fun at me because I don’t get my own eyebrows waxed. I don’t even tweeze. I know, it’s practically a crime against … Continue reading
Today was a pretty restful day. We slept in a bit, had pancakes, watched a movie and somehow ended up doing a few errands around lunchtime. One of those was the grocery store. I knew it would be bad, but I had no idea how bad. The parking lot itself was nightmarish: a quagmire of … Continue reading
I observed the funniest interaction the other day. I was babysitting; the two seven year old girls were “playing ponies” (as in My Little Ponies, the cute girly kind) by themselves outside and the two boys (ages five and three) were playing with Transformers, or some other boyish toys in the bedroom. I like to … Continue reading
This is a really cool blog called Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures. I chuckled, guffawed and snorted through this particular post entitled “I tried on Spandex & almost called 911.” This is for all of us women who have ever tried Spandex, Miraclesuits or any other related material with the hope of being “better than we … Continue reading
Do you know who the King of Rocky Ithaca is? My 7 year old does (as does my 4 year old, though he gets fuzzy on some of the details). We (and by “we” I mean my hubby, who holds an MA in Classics and teaches Latin and History) have been reading children’s versions of The … Continue reading
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