Books are Happening!

I’m resisting the urge to status post theseĀ on Facebook, in order to give more attention to my blog. I’m also going to try to resist the urge that this means I need to come up with a lot of extra words. But I can’t usually help myself. Isaac sat down and read a book by…

Ooooh. Ahhhhh. Yeah, You Might Want to Just Ignore This One.

I think I might dance and giggle. OF COURSE there was a Facebook app that lists a history of my status updates, and now I have brought them here, only slightly edited. To overwhelm your mind. To keep them as mine. ALL MINE. Woah-ha-ha-haaa! Amy If you’re happy and you owe it, hug a Vet!…

Galoshes Have Other Uses Too.

Here is a comic strip that really nailed it and I have been giggling at it for a while now. It is Baby Blues from May 30, 2010. This has been the story of most of the last 3.5 years of my life and counting. Elijah has entered the “acrobatic nursing” stage, now that he’s…

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…

Oh The Places You’ll Go!

A couple nights ago, Ian was wrestling with Brian. At one point Ian’s hand lands on Brian’s backside and Ian stands, frozen. “Oh no Dad, you have poop!” he blurts as he squeezes something.  I glance over and giggle, “No, Ian, that’s just Daddy’s tail bone.” Brian points out that Ian has a tail bone,…

Domo Arigato

The boys have been absorbing some of my pregnancy struggles.  Isaac has started grunting with the strain of picking toys up. Yesterday evening, I sunk into a chair for a minute to relax while holding a very sad Isaac. I had put my phone on the armrest, but it had vanished.  I asked Ian, who…

Mini Mama

What an amusing sight this was:  My 19-month-old, Isaac, chasing my almost-three-year-old, bare-bottomed Ian around and around the house, with little red toddler undies, gripped by the waistband in his chubby hands, insisting, “Wuh-wear! Wuh-wear! [translated: “underwear”]” I need to figure out how to make a photo album of “I wish I got a picture of that”…