Tweet Astrid is slowly trying to kill me. My first two girls were beautifully agreeable to everything that I’ve ever said or asked them to do. Astrid(thankfully) has a mind of her own – and she’s not afraid to use it on any of us. She is the clear boss of the household and…
Tweet I paid $8 for parking today which really doesn’t seem like much for a big city, but I only needed to park there for 10 minutes so I could pop-in somewhere, and the only street parking I could find was beyond my parallel parking capabilities, which are slightly diminished in the winter when you…
Tweet Conversation from the couch… Eloise: Ohmygosh Astrid is that your butt I smell. Astrid: Probably, why? Eloise: Well that is just gross – I don’t want to smell that – go to the bathroom! Astrid: Well just stop smelling my gas then! Eloise: Well just making gas around other people! Astrid: Well just stop…
Tweet We are continuing the This Is Childhood series today with three. I have one of those right now. A three year old. Three is hard. But three is beautiful. And three is truly one of the most magical ages, so don’t ever wish it away. Nina writes with such heart, honesty and love…
Tweet I let Eloise stay home from school last Wednesday. Sure, I let her believe that she was staying home because her teeth hurt from her new retainer…but in all honesty I welcomed the thought of having her home to help me a bit. I was my sickest on Wednesday and Astrid was on…
Tweet I’m going to take five minutes to write this post. I know I have five minutes maybe because Astrid is asleep again thank god, Esther is still in bed, Eloise is eating two waffles and drinking a glass of milk, and the cat that is sick or something(did I mention this) just threw up…
Tweet Eloise was two and a half when she moved out of her crib. This week she is 10 and I’m going to tell you a little secret and please don’t tell her that I told you this…but she won’t get out of bed without permission. Do you want to know why? Because on that…
Tweet I wasn’t going to link-up with MamaKat this week because life is crazy and I could not sit down and make thoughts become actual words on the screen. Or maybe I just didn’t have any thoughts at all. This happens sometimes when life is busy. You know those sometimes LIKE EVERYDAY EVER EVER there…
Tweet Astrid had her first preschool parent-teacher conference last week. What I have found out so far is that the majority of the kids in her class are first-borns. I gather this because most of these moms seem to have newborn babies and most of these moms are about 14 years younger than I am….
Tweet Esther was late coming out of school today. Cars were leaving one by one by one. The walkers were gone. The bike rack empty and still no Esther. Esther my early bird. I was just moments away from going in or sending Eloise in or all going in because it was starting to feel…
Tweet I’m trying to dig out of this canyon right now. Nothing seems all that big yet everything seems all that big. Laundry looks big and my bill pile looks big. The litter box is huge and the schedule we’ve created thus far for the kids seems monstrous. Work is big. Which makes no…
Tweet Well here is something that I bet you never thought I would blog about? Trains! I know, with three little girly-girls you would think I would have no business talking about trains today. But here’s the thing. My grandpa worked nearly his whole adult life on a train. He would work…
Tweet Astrid turned three like a gazillion years ago(okay maybe just two weeks ago which is like a gazillion years in blog years) and just yesterday my mother and Mark both yelled at me for not yet posting pictures of her party. So here goes. I know – pins and needles, right? Astrid requested a…
Tweet Dear Astrid, Three. You told me last week that you were still little and had no interest to be big like your sisters. I put you to bed tonight and I told you that when you woke-up in the morning you would be three and much bigger. Well you told me that you…
Tweet There’s this weird thing that I notice for those of us with multiple kids. Okay, maybe it doesn’t happen to everyone but I have to make an educated guess that maybe it’s true… That birth order has something to do with IQ and your first child is your smartest and each subsequent child…
Tweet How will we ever cut off these blond curls. Curls that when wet go all the way down the middle of her back. It took her two years to even get hair how could I ever sweep any away when it drops to the floor. Yes it could use some ‘evening-up’ and shaping… …but…
Tweet “Look at all of the wishes, Mama!” Astrid says as we pass by the yard that needs to be mowed. I love that she doesn’t call them dandelions or even flowers. Just wishes because that is what you do with them. “Mama, I can make hundreds of wishes today just standing right…
