Bethany
no excuses July
Who cares about all the reasons I can’t find time to write. Maybe we’ve been visiting family. Or possibly mailing the letter my 5 year-old wrote to Michael Bay politely demanding to know why Bay didn’t make Transformers
corpus christi
I recently read an article about the specific knowledge of first graders. It proceeded to give examples of 6 and 7 year-old kids recalling vast amounts of facts concerning specific subjects they adore/obsess over: insects, star wars,
little words
I quickly informed my disheartened 5 year-old son that in another 10 years he will be grateful that his teeth are NOT curling out of his mouth and around his jaw. For now, he will
powerballs
Mark: Hey Liam, you want a powerball (granola treat)? Liam: Sure. I’ll eat it in the vacant lot with my brother. Mark: Hey, take one to Burke. Liam: Okay. Oh — I’ll throw this wrapper away
an emergency
We had just finished breakfast. Mark turned on some music, and we began our “normal” family business for the day. As I’m cleaning up in the kitchen, I think I hear muffled screaming. I go
happy 8 years.
Even today. A day that we find out that Blythe has a staph infection which requires excessive hot baths, ointments, and antibiotics (not to mention the glorious job of popping puss pockets on her butt
APRIL in review (not for the faint of heart)
In spite of the recent, occasional desires to wanderlust off the edge of the earth, I’m still here — at times in my pjs until dinner or sitting among heaps of folded and unfolded clothes
almost four weeks later.
Blythe woke me up the other night at some point between Olive’s 10pm and 2am feeding asking if I could put on her pink cowboy boots (the same ones she’s pictured in below). She then proceeded to
happy birthday olive kay douglass.
olive kay douglass march 4, 2009 10:52 am 6 lbs 2 0z 18 1/2 in Last summer we found out that you, Olive, would be in our family. Since then the five of us have loved you, waiting