Saturday, August 28, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
King and Number 3 were the chefs for tonight's meal.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Today's lesson is primarily for the oldest and youngest of our daughters:
- After shaving your legs, please put the blade cover back into place, and return disposable razor to safe storage area out of the reach of small children.
- Never, ever, ever, ever, even if it IS a sweet shade of Play-With-Me-Pink, play with a razor. They are very, very, very sharp - way sharper than a knife, even.
There was even a refresher lesson in it for me:
- Always praise God when things aren't as bad as they could have been.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
- go to Target to return nursing bra
I am so sight-impaired as a result of being in my 40's that I couldn't read the fine print on the tag. But there it was, right under Gilligan O'Malley, in small print, there were the words, "nursing bra". It really makes me mad, too, because finding the bra that has all the "specs" I enjoy is not an easy task.
I guess it is a little humorous: middle-aged blind woman in peri-menopause buys nursing bra by mistake
Nursing home is more like what I need!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Today was the first day of school for #' 2, 3, and 4. It was a very big day for "he who must" as he started kindergarten this morning. He has been waiting for this day for no less than 2 years!
It is customary for King and I to walk each kid to their classroom and take pictures of them with their teacher (homeroom teacher for the older kids) and then stay for the parents' coffee reception and the flag raising ceremony.
This year number 5 was the only one to lag behind with mom and dad. Even though I am sure she liked seeing her brothers and sister go to each of their classrooms, I am fairly certain that she loved the orange juice and danishes she got to have after we dropped them off.
Number 2 was chosen at the end of last year to be a captain, which means that he gets to raise and lower the flag each day. I think that is really special. When we sang America The Beautiful this morning, there were many emotions behind those tears. Thankfully, Number 5, gave me some comedic relief: "Mommmmmmmma," she whined, "when is the frog racing gonna start?" "Frog racing?" I wondered. "Ahhhhh, flag raising, honey. Flag raising," I laughed.
She was not amused and I think very nearly felt cheated.