Started out as a pretty standard Saturday morning here, with my children (goats that they are) bleating at me at 6:15 that they cannot possibly wait ONE MORE SECOND for breakfast, they are STARVING. See? SEE? See how empty my little [pot]belly is, Mama? See how I push it and look, it’s SO. EMPTY. I MIGHT DIE NOW. (more…)
So we introduced the kids to the concept of ice cream sundaes this past weekend, and while it was fun at the time, it has since come back to haunt me (at least as far as the toddler is concerned. With P2, it’s been great, because that kid even ate PEAS the other night when I told him if he did it without arguing he could have dessert after dinner). But I cannot ask P3 what she wants to eat without getting the answer “SUNDAES!”
Last night, after an early dinner, (more…)
So Goat #1 got sent to his room last night before I even managed to get dinner on the table (he was simply acting like the goat he is, but that doesn’t mean I have to tolerate it.) When I called him down to dinner, his whole demeanor was different: contrite, agreeable, sociable, bubbly. After dinner, we were clearing the table and talking about how we needed to do bath time and perhaps pick up their room a little bit before storytime, and he got this sad little look on his face, so I asked him what was wrong. (more…)
I have no idea how it got to be the 10th of April already. I swear it was just January? As much as every day seems so much the same: same morning battles with the kids, same breakfast, same routine, same after-school insanity of homework and dinner and playtime and baths, and each day seems so DARN LONG, how can the weeks and months be flying by so quickly?
I’m less than 3 weeks from finals, I have ginormous papers to be writing, and I am starting to freak out a little bit. (more…)
P2 had started to look like a miniature David Cassidy what with the haircut-refusal stage (not that I blamed him after the unfortunately timed, night-before-first-ever-school-pictures buzz cut) but I was happy to let him run around looking however he wanted (it’s his hair, right?) It was driving PA insane, though, so last night he talked P2 into letting Daddy trim his hair. (more…)
