Speaking of cute

I’ve been embroidering a few onesies for gifts (and hope to do several more.) It’s so fun to get a needle in my hand again — it’s been months since I could find the time. (A husband having foot surgery, and first-trimester nausea — not to mention having four young kids, two of [...]

Mabel the pollster

Mabel took this to school with her today and asked all the kids in her class “plus six others” which animal was their favorite — she made sure to tell them that the selection was from a “Full grown male snake, a full grown female cat, a full grown male lion, and a full grown [...]

A bad day for housework

is a good day for blogging.

But then, what’s so bad about not having hair on your face? (If you’re a girl. A mischievous little girl named Rose, for example.)

You have to be a particularly bald-faced liar to tell me you already washed your hands when I have been standing right there in the bathroom with you the whole time, watching you not wash your hands.
(The Committee For Very Long Post Titles on Very Short Posts is meeting all its targets.)

Goldilocks- the truth

This was a school assignment of Isaac’s — in class, for science, they tested whether three bowls of porridge that started out at the the same temperature would really end up with the largest being too hot, the middle one being too cold, and the smallest being just right. Then they were supposed to [...]

Sometimes I just don’t feel like doing housework (okay, almost always I just don’t feel like doing housework) (especially when I’m pregnant and/or sick and/or tired) (so, like I said, almost always.)

The greatest work you will ever do will be within the walls of your own sty disaster area prison home.
(This profound insight has been brought to you by the Committee For Blog Posts of Shorter Length than their Titles.)

Truth will out

Ever the wild risk-taker, yesterday morning I napped while Rose and Henry watched PBS. When I got up, I saw that Rose had several chunks of hair on the top of her head that had been trimmed to an inch or shorter. Rose said that Henry had cut her hair with the orange-handled [...]

You don’t have to push a handcart

(Warning to the sensitive: The following post contains the word “pee” six times — I counted. Proceed at your own risk.)
Although Dean and I were both semi-enthusiastic amateur campers before we had kids, my enthusiasm has greatly decreased in recent years. It’s difficult enough to provide food, clothing, and shelter at home, so [...]

A dark glimpse into the deeper recesses of our nerdiness

Me, watching Dean carry Henry upstairs: “He’s SO cute. The cute is strong with him.”
Dean: “His midicutian count is high.”

Henry tales

Henry loves corn on the cob. A few times he’s gotten hold of raw corn and gone ahead and munched on it, seeming not to mind the raw starchiness. Our little garden produced quite a few stubby but otherwise lovely golden cobs this year, and in the above picture if you look closely [...]