Last Week in SAHM Land…

…My favorite sister embarked on another three months of “adventuring”/working a new travel assignment (Boo for us!) , Isaac shined his wit in our eyes, and Ian time-traveled to age 13. To motivate the nightly bed-readying process in the bathroom, Brian was singing to Isaac. Here is the scene that followed: Brian (Singing): This old…

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.

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…