Today our friend Donna gave the boys a tour of the urgent care center where she works. It was a slow day, so there weren’t really any patients around. The boys got to see how vitals are taken, and got their height and weight and vision checked. They got to see treatment rooms and the…
Tag: Bed time
Olive You
Knock knock. Who’s there? Boo hoo hoo. That was Ian’s recent attempt at a knock knock joke, followed by: Knock knock. Who’s there? Nick Knock. I’ve been waiting for the moment the word play light bulb switches on. I tried the other day, when the boys were munching “salty garlic olives.” I said, “Hey, Ian….
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 need a Tuesdayectomy
Apparently the unpublished price of admission for Vacation Bible School is one fever for each participant, to be distributed immediately to said participant’s doting mother. Well, I haven’t had Ian and Isaac’s fever *yet* but I did acquire a sore throat and a certain bleariness. I suppose it was worth it to observe Ian’s carefree…
Veggie Table
I’ve been trying the participation method of garnering the boys’ interest in veggies. I find them a job to do in hopes that they will want to eat what they helped make. It’s been successful with at least the first bite. I planned some steak and veggie skewers for the grill and thought up the…
I want sleep NOW! But, first…
I finally admit I’m a sleep fighter. That’s the first step, right? An hour past bed time last night, my eyelids were so droopy tired, I was using them for slippers, yet I found myself in the closet, suddenly very concerned about the whereabouts of Isaac’s hand-me-down winter coats. Brian, festively adorned with an assortment…
S.A.H.M. Hill 