A crazy-life update, in all its colorful glory. A lot has happened in the eight months since I last forced myself to write. I suppose I chose this moment to catch up, because, why not. I’ve thrown my hands up, and a keyboard is as good a place as any to land. The hubs is…
Tag: memories
2013 According to Facebook
Since I haven’t yet come to terms with making microblogs, and mostly post the interesting stuff in status form, here are some FB status selections from 2013. As it turns out, I did a lot of photo statuses early in the year, which I can’t easily copy. That’s okay. There is enough fun after November…
I’ll Miss It When They Fix It
This may be terrible parenting, but there are simply some things my kids say that I refuse to correct, because I’m not ready for them to stop saying it their way yet. For instance: Elijah: Mom, do we have eggs? Me: Yes, but we are almost out of them. Elijah: But we are still in…
Argh, the Dreams, Yay, the Boy.
My over-active imagination never seems to miss an appointment. I tire of writing about this, now that Elijah’s chemo treatment is 2 years behind us, but apparently I need to work it out some more, or there’s some reason I’m not supposed to “get over it.” Last night, as I was trying to sleep, I…
Ian and Tree
Ian has started a “thing” recently about wanting all his old memories back. By that, I mean he has requested that we put our old white linoleum with blue squares back in the kitchen that we long ago replaced with cork. He wants us to take the new tile out of the shower and replace…
One-Eyed, One-Hand Crying Little-People Feeder
I’m starting the year off with a bang. Friday night, I put my contacts in a case and discovered my saline bottle was empty. I grabbed an open bottle from under the sink thinking it was fairly fresh and squirted some in my case. Saturday morning, I discovered the painful way that the saline expired three years…
35 Candles, 1 Fantastic Guy
Today is the 35th birthday of the man of my dreams, who fortunately happens to be the guy I’m married to. We got to go on a once-in-a-lifetime date last night, while he was still a youngster (only teasing, my young buck). It wasn’t like we cruised on a billion dollar yacht and ate off…
Since the Cavalry Arrived
Yes, I’m alive. I haven’t posted since Aunt Ashley (my sister) moved in! And can I just say, I LOVE having another wife around (ha ha). She is extraordinarily popular with the boys, too. She’s popular to the point that I had to put stickers on our hall clock and tell Ian not to go…
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.
From Now On, Rice is an Outside Toy [Megapost]
Aaack, my brain is melting! No, not hurting, just melting. Too much “adventure” lately. The toddler-people have trampled me and chewed holes in my clothes. I have loads of catching-up to do, blog-wise. I wanted to do a cute story for every event along the way, but catching child-vomit in cloth diapers for the last two weeks has wanned my interest.
S.A.H.M. Hill 