I think we’re all feeling a little nostalgic about Aunt Bee. Not the original Aunt Bee. See, that’s what we call the van. She’s getting on up there in years and, with her dents and dings and moans and groans, she always seems frazzled and on the verge of breaking …
This Mother’s Day post is dedicated to the teenager in the house, who remains the sweetest child of mine. Now, don’t get me wrong. The boys have their sweet moments. The way hubs tells it, Wonder Boy (the almost 7yo) took extra special care in picking just the right Mother’s …
This week marks what has become an annual occurrence that I call “Kidcation.” The kids get a vacation from cleaning their rooms, milking goats, feeding animals and doing other chores; and they get to spend a week with their Mema, where the order of the day is as much fun …
In our house, when someone says something that’s clearly not true, we call them a “big fat liar pants.” Now, this is not to make light of telling lies; lying (and omitting the truth) receives harsh punishment, just ask the Girl, who’s currently grounded from all electronics. But, sometimes, there …
Well, only legal ones, I swear. I’ve been joking a lot lately that I’ve developed ADD, that I can’t seem to focus on any one thing. I’ve even taken to counting backwards from 100 at night to force my brain to shut down. I usually make it to about 85 …
So last week, I was all “to-do lists be damned”and was bound and determined to not to anything I didn’t want to do. This week, there’s been a fundamental shift in the universe and I’ve been all about marking things off that damned to-do list. I’ve been deadset on getting …
It should probably be called “momcation” but kidcation is what I used last year, and I’m nothing if not consistent. So the kids left yesterday with Pepa to travel back to Alabama to stay with Mema for their annual visit. This time for two weeks. All three kids gone for …
The kids are at Mema’s for a week. A whole week. We’ve been doing this for the last few summers – I think ever since we moved from Alabama to Texas in 2006 – one or all of them spending a week each with her and working in a week …
Ok, not really. He only got suspended. Yeah, only. The dreadful day was last Thursday, when I got the call that our 3-year-old, Wonder Boy (as in I wonder if he’ll be the death of me), was in the daycare director’s office and needed to be picked up. When I …
By the time I’m writing this it’s pretty much moot, which, despite the fact that it’s a reminder that I’m neglecting the blog, really is a good thing. You see, before Thanksgiving, we were having a bit of a problem with Wonder Boy at daycare. Okay, that’s an understatement. Our …
