So I posted about strawberry shortcake on Sunday night, and everything was great and everybody was having fun, and then someone dropped a psychological stinkbomb or something, and Levi and I were both mad, and Elias was scared and my sister was uncomfortable, and Paul was trying to sort out what had actually just happened.… Continue reading Also At the Circus
Last night, Paul distracted the two-legged mauraders long enough to gather a nice bowlful from the strawberry patch. He requested accompaniment. We are picky about shortcake in our family, truth be told. The first time I was served angel food cake under the name shortcake, I thought there had surely been a tragic mixup. My… Continue reading Strawberry Shortcake
Well, we all came through camp with flying colors. My friend Wendy texted me on Sunday morning. Wendy has known me more than half my life, so she knows that I have never attended any camp except outdoor ed in the sixth grade, and also that I am likely to check off all the required… Continue reading Camp Report
For a person who spends a fair amount of time examining the workings of her own brain and then posting them on the internet, I am sometimes not very self-aware. Over the past week, I have been sleeping fitfully, trying to keep myself from eating everything in sight, and maintaining a tenuous grip on my… Continue reading Oh, That Again
This is me, not freaking out. We just dropped Levi off for overnight camp. He'll be gone two nights. He has been apart from us overnight before, but it's always been one night, or he's stayed with my sister. This matters because if he's gone one night, we can manage all his treatments around being… Continue reading Camp!
I've been doing this legs-up-the-wall thing with some regularity. It does wonders for my lower back, and it helps stretch out the back of my legs, which I have recently realized are as tight as bowstrings. A friend recommended it awhile ago, and I did some googling. Besides being known as the legs-up-the-wall thing, it… Continue reading Perspective
Well. I was going to fold and put away laundry and wash the dishes. But this face appeared and said, "Mom? Will you tickle me one hundred percent?" And I figure I'm nearly out of chances on that, so ... What laundry?