It is gloomy outside. The heater is on. Z is laying in bed looking at books with her footie “jalamas” half on and half off. She’s been whiny since she woke up, and halfway through changing her clothes she hit… Read more ›
Tiny is wearing green sunglasses with a flowers on them. Now she’s screaming and throwing them. She’s a fickle beast. Z is coloring in a Hello Kitty activity book with 1 dark green crayon that she suspects isn’t actually green.… Read more ›
I’m in a funky, feisty mood. I think it will be remedied by attacking my house. Either with cleaning, or fire. (Note: This should not be used against me should my house catch on fire.) We’re listening to Follow the… Read more ›
I’m tired and not in a mental space to be deep, so here are the shallow things that I’m thankful for at this particular moment. (We should be thankful for the shallow things too, right?) I’m thankful: that Tabitha and… Read more ›
Right now I’m thankful for: Peppermint Peeps. Yum! Cheese That Tiny went back to sleep after waking up an hour into her nap. Valerie, who gave me the idea to leave Tiny in her room when she woke up after… Read more ›
Right now: Z is washing her hands. I am thankful for her step stool, and her ability to do things by herself. Tiny is playing quietly. I am thankful she’s reached a point that she can do that. I am… Read more ›
at my house: Zoe is watching Super Why. She LOVES Super Why with an obsessive love only equaled by her previous love for Curious George, Little Einsteins, Word World, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse… it seems she is quite fickle in her… Read more ›
in my house right now: Z is watching a Clifford Halloween movie. She got to pick it out of the “potty box” because she pooped on the potty TWICE today. (I’m sure you really wanted to know that. ) She… Read more ›
Both girls are napping right now, and since I didn’t think they’d actually sleep, I didn’t come up with something to do while they were out, and now I don’t have anything to do. I finished Delicate Edible Birds: And… Read more ›
Zoe and Tiny are playing happily in their room. Without me. Without Z screaming that Tiny is “doing something dangerous!” when she really means that she’s playing with a toy that Z walked away from 10 minutes before. This is… Read more ›
