Amy This afternoon, my 3 y/o said to his little brother: “Elijah Michael! I sure love you!” *gush!* (Tue, 19 Jul 2011 01:54:23 GMT) Amy My 4 y/o made me proud. He wore a USA map shirt to Walmart and the cashier asked him if he knew what state he lived in and to her delight, he…
Had A ‘Tude
I don’t want to say this too loudly, but I think my three-year-old has been switched for a calmer, happier, identical-looking three-year-old. It’s been about 36 hours since he has cried or melted down about something. I’ve witnessed him speaking calmly to his vehicle-usurping little brother, instead of shrieking our windows to shards. He’s voluntarily…
They Learn Weather I Teach Them…or Not
I turned on the weather this morning, and listened to the “lovely” music while I brushed my hair. Ian, now 4 1/2, breezed in like a dust ball attracted to the static and stared at the TV for a moment. He said, “Mom, it’s going to be seventy-five.” I leaned out from the bathroom to…
V-B-Yes
Woo hoo! Survived Vacation Bible School week! It began a while back, while I was sitting at one of the round, plastic, forearm-scuffing tables at church, chewing a mouthful of potluck. Two VBS packets appeared in front of my face. Wait. This is trickery. This is the same tactic I use on my boys: bewilder…
For Dad
Dear Dad, today is a day to pay you special attention, As you stand proudly between your youth and your pension. You met an amazing woman and made her your queen. You had two lovely daughters, a fine son in between. Now you’re a Grandpa to three busy boys. You’ve gained a new daughter to…
Party Pooper
Remember that Play Foam that the big brothers were supposed to be playing with yesterday while Elijah was going down for his nap? Here is a photo I’ve borrowed from PlayFoam to show you what it could look like before preschoolers have mashed all the colors together to make a big confetti-colored pie.
The Things I Have To Pretend I Don’t Hear
I’m lying here nursing the l’il captain to sleep for his nap. The big boys are supposed to be playing with “crazy foam stuff” at the table. Instead I hear through the wall a muffled drum sound, which means someone has climbed up on the book shelf. Then I hear money shaking, coins falling behind the bookshelf, gears turning – they think they are sneaking gum balls. Somehow they teleport to the top of the stairs, because I hear what must be an entire refrigerator fall down the stairs. Oh, what will be lying asunder at the bottom? Sleep, Elijah. This is melting my brain!
Yertle the Durdol
This week I’m running on PacEastern Time. We were California last week for my brother’s wedding and quickly unadjusted to Eastern Time (not to be confused with adjusting to Pacific Time). I think I’ve since settled somewhere near Siesta Time.
Fly Free
Ahhhh. Here I sit with a glorious double pane of glass between the brouhaha and me. Our new glass storm door with roll-away screen was installed Monday, and I’m LOVING it. I see every swat of a twig, every snatch of a toy – even the swirling cloud of chalk, but I remain unscathed. Not even a fly buzzing ridicule in my ear.
I Think We Have the Makings for a Banana Shake
Wondering where I’ve been? The entire month of April was composed of a delightful melody of stomach bugs and nasal congestion, accented with a staccato of coughing. For May, we’ve changed up the menu a bit to rashes. So far, 2/3 of my offspring have a full-body viral rash of some sort, and one also managed to get a Strep rash on his bum. Anyone for a play date?
They’ve also seemed particularly fixated on their boy parts lately [this serves as your warning].
S.A.H.M. Hill 