Monday, April 11, 2011

Creative Watering Methods

When it was getting a little warm in March for the ornamental kale to continue thriving under neglect, I asked Miriam to water it. It had never occurred to me to use pieces from the marble set to do so.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Back to School

6:45 am Sneakers velcroed. Backpacks on. Lunchbags packed. Bubbling Excitement. Board the bus!

Miriam grabbed a window seat, looked out at me with the biggest, most excited smile I've ever seen on her, and waved good-bye. It's just Sterling and me.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Sterling Speaks


Sterling was playing with a race car in his room. He was singing to himself, "the R says
rrrr. The R says rrrr. Every letter makes a sound, the R says rrrr. Rrrrr! Rrrrr! Like . . . rrrace car!"

Have I recommended the Leapfrog Letter Factory DVD? You can't have this child. And if you buy the DVD, you will not turn your child into this child. He's mine and I'm keeping him.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Brothers and Babysitting

We watched a couple kids on Friday night. Kaith read the little girl's shirt, "It's My Brother's Fault."
"Her shirt has a pretty mean compliment on it," says he.

Monday, July 26, 2010

At the Sprinklers



We made a splash at the county water park over Memorial Weekend.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

A Little Piracy

Arrgh, maybe!


Kaith lost his two front teeth within a few days of Cory having his tooth pulled. We laughed and said he and Dad were matching pirates. Kaith's permanent teeth were growing in fast, so we had to take this picture right away before we forgot about it!

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Cory gave me cold cereal in bed. Miriam colored a wooden box with markers. Trevor gave me a card that said, "Dear Mom, please let me be a missionary. From Trevor. I love you." Kaith gave me a hug.

Happy mother's day to the mother of my husband, and the mother of myself--with very different mothering styles, but, hey--we like the results! And in honor of the mother who made up so much of what I am, I remember Books My Mother Gave Me.