Tweet I love my children dearly. I love each of them just so much that sometimes I’m overwhelmed with this strange and crazy I love I have for them. Like I want to hug them up and tackle them with kisses and awkwardly have my 10 year old sit on my lap in front of…
Tweet This is the first picture of Esther that I posted on my blog nearly five years ago. Five years ago, my three year old Esther loved dressing up in tutus and playing with toys. My Esther is eight today, and I’m happy to say that tutus and toys still occupy a big space in…
Tweet Esther runs down the sidewalk towards me. Her ‘just off the bus’ look – disheveled braids, peanut butter dried on the side of her mouth, an off-center headband, a backpack sitting low and heavy off one shoulder, her skirt slightly turned to the side, the side-seam now showing in the front, worn-at-the-knees bright pink…
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 Esther fell asleep in my arms last week. She’s seven and I don’t think I’ve had that pleasure since before she started kindergarten. But she was sick and exhausted and what I thought was just needing a quick snuggle before settling down for bed turned into her body getting heavy on my lap, her…
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 So Esther has decided that she wants to run for President. She eagerly watched the debate with me last week while her older sister acted like someone was trying to pull her toenails off because we were making her watch ‘boring news stuff’ – so I assume she must have been missing the latest…
Tweet Esther’s homework assignment was to make a contract with her teacher about what time she would commit to do her homework each day, for how long she will do her homework each day, and explain and draw a picture of where she will do her homework. It was a pretty easy assignment as…
Tweet When we were leaving Jamba Juice yesterday Esther walked out right ahead of me as she always does because she pushes open the door and then stands behind it holding it so I can push Astrid out in the stroller. I don’t have to ask her to do this. It’s a reflex. When you…
Tweet Thank you all for your kind comments on my post yesterday. Seriously, what the hell is going on with Summer. Also, anyone up for a trip to the Yukon with me? Done.With.The.Heat. In the meantime let’s just sit around with ice cubes in our pants to try to stay cool and I’ve got…
Tweet Eloise is my reality-checker, discussion grounder, and yes typically fun-ender. But she’s extremely useful in her role. Typically she’s in the back of the car proving her sisters wrong with their strange claims of reality. Like according to Eloise unicorns do not exist, there is no gold at the end of the rainbow,…
Tweet Esther asked me an interesting question today while we were driving around. “Mom, why do people have their names on benches?” So people remember them. It’s a way to honor those we loved who have died. You know how we have a memorial bench dedicated to Grammy Lorraine and Papa Ken. “Oh,…
Tweet Eloise and Esther spent three hours playing Bananagrams today. No matter how long they play though, they will not play against each other. Even when Esther spells something wrong – Eloise grabs some other tiles and figures out how to make Esther’s word right and how it can fit in the rest of her…
Tweet When Eloise first asked me for her own room I admit that my thoughts immediately went to Esther..her roommate. I communicated to Eloise I was not comfortable with the displacement of a sister unless another suitable rooming situation that she approved was found for her. And no, the local animal shelter does not quality….
Tweet Esther has been sad a lot lately. If you know Esther like we know Esther – you know she is not our sad child. She is usually the one skipping down the sidewalk, making up songs along the way, while taking notice of the pretty flowers near the path. Esther giggles a lot and…
Tweet I think a good vacation is a bit like flying a kite. When you are flying a kite you only pay attention to the kite and how to keep it up high. Flying. One goal. I think if a vacation is really a vacation you should really just pay attention to the vacation….
Tweet Esther came home last week with her glasses smashed. She’s newly seven and slightly oblivious to things, so in her defense she had “no idea how this could even happen!” Which was actually fine with me because truthfully I never liked her old glasses that much. And this gave us an excuse…
