Bricks and Bones

Today, we started the day with a chicken bone experiment. It was so enthralling (not) that I failed to take pictures, but I’ll describe it. I prepared for the experiment yesterday by suffering through some delish barbecue wings during my I-give-up-it’s-a-pizza-night meal. We examined the clean bones and discussed the roles of their components: Calcium,…

The Milky Way

Elijah’s endeavor to increase his molar count has not resulted in the greatest time for either of us. Particularly, it makes for a less-than-idyllic breastfeeding and sleeping situation. However, I did get a good giggle in the wee hours of the morning. My arm had fallen asleep, yet again, under an 800 pound head, so…

If Kids Ruled the World…

Based on this small sample of recent memorable quotes/moments, the world would be pretty interesting, and probably a lot more fun if we did it their way: Ian, fiddling with one of my bras: Mom! I just unhooked your backpack nipple thing! Ian: Mommmmm! I’m ready for a wiiiiiiipe! Brian: Ian, mom is busy cooking,…

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Since I forgot to write down all the cute things the boys did and said, I’ll write a lame list of what I DO remember from the weekend. THE GOOD: I actually made it to the gym again! It was lonely, but I managed to find an elliptical with a TV and a good Kevin…

At the Door, In a Jam

We just bought a really cool new educational book set for the kids. It’s actually 26 books, interactive computer programs, “cling” stickers and laminated posters. And it was really stinkin’ expensive. But…we have our hearts set on homeschooling, and these books contain most of the subjects I’ve really wanted to start covering. Many of them…

Mr. Big Stuff

Elijah is getting maddeningly and exponentially more specific in his “needs.” We’ve provided him a substantial vocabulary of signs and words, but just how is he supposed to relay, “I want a drink. Please open the sippy cup cabinet. No I do not want ANY of those sippy cups – I just want the lid…

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….

Our Baby Got De-ported!

Today is the day we celebrate Elijah officially being a normal, healthy boy, finally free of all physical “ties” to modern medicine. He had his surgery this morning to have his mediport removed, and he did great! ¬†We weren’t thrilled that he had to wait two hours past his scheduled time, but were forgiving because…

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.