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…
Tweet She’s already proven that she can’t be trusted at Starbucks. The nerve – sharing beaver stories with the baristas. Now we cannot go shopping to any stores ever again. Or perhaps we will just stay home until she’s 13. I mean it’s bad enough when you’re in a dressing room at Anthropologie and…
Tweet Yesterday we were at Starbucks and there’s this one Barista is who super cute and probably like 21 and in college and he views me as a women who is most likely older than his mom totally wants me in a Mrs. Robinson way, like I’m almost totally positive. You know how that is….
Tweet I’m just writing this post to remember again what’s it’s like to come out on ‘the other side’. We’ve been happily on ‘the other side’ now for about five months and it’s pure bliss. The ‘other side’ of what you ask? The ‘other side’ of that month or so of potty training when you…
Tweet Astrid spends her days trying to be bigger. She reaches her arms to the sky and says “See how big I am today, Mama!” and I always agree that yes she must have been growing the whole time she was sleeping last night. It’s also a good way to get her to go to…
Tweet I missed posting my Saturday project 365 post last week because we were celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary. And I forgot to come back and tell you all that the special dessert of the night at the restaurant was actually WILD BERRY TORTE(I am apparently psychic). I kid you not. I was nice and…
Tweet Astrid throws her arms around me and says so loudly ‘you’re my best friend!’ And I giggle and melt into her hug and say ‘yeah, you’re mine too.’ She then makes sure our foreheads remain touching as she tells me that she really wants me to be at her birthday party this year….
Tweet Glasses – check Kitty Cat – Check Upside down pencil – Check New swimsuit for Spring Break – Check Sooo big – Check Too much homework – Check Linking up with Wordful Wednesday with Parenting by Dummies.
