I had a little chuckle at my own expense this morning, when I heard, coming from my own mouth, the song of my childhood: Come on, get a move on! You're gonna miss the bus!! First time of many, I'm certain. Also, I am drowning in paperwork, and he's only in preschool. Good heavens!
I decided not to explain. You know what's happening here. (Though I will add for clarity that he's going to preschool. Kindergarten is next year.) The neighbor came out and asked if Elias is going to be so, so sad without his brother. Er ... no? I mean, I know he loves him. But he… Continue reading Big Day
It's a good morning. This boy is three. He celebrated by shoving his fluoride chewable so far up his nose that I had to extract it with tweezers. Last week it was a bandaid. I don't see how we're going to avoid an emergency room trip with this one. We love you, goofypants!
Yes I did. (See here if you don't know what I'm on about.) Random thoughts, because I'm kind of tired and I don't feel like organizing them. I'm glad I wore sunscreen. There was a fair amount of standing around at the starting line, in direct sun, and I would have been fried to a… Continue reading I done did it.
As told by a little brown bear. Elias asked to "wock" tonight (that's rock, for the uninitiated). It's pretty hard for me to say no to that, even when it's so blatantly nothing but a delaying tactic. I have rarely refused, and never once been sorry when I agreed. Tonight, we were wocking in… Continue reading Bedtime Stories