Category Archives: The Big Girl
It’s valium season. Again.
We set the trampoline up last week. The children rejoiced heartily, while I, despite my outward signs of acquiescence, began my internal freak-out. In my head, I know that with rules and supervision, the trampoline is a relatively safe contraption. … Continue reading
Bi-focal vision
My oldest girl had herself a birthday. Trinity is, officially, two whole handfuls. She’s now ten years old. I am not sure exactly how that happened because just yesterday she was this size: and this week she’s suddenly old enough … Continue reading
Daryl Hall and John Oates are the exception to the rule.
We’re driving home in the dark. The long day has worn out the children, making them unusually quiet in the back seat. I’m singing under my breath to the radio and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel while we … Continue reading
It was the best of times, it was the most oppressive of times.
This week, my oldest daughter received a Nook tablet from her grandmother. A greatly anticipated, much longed-for Nook tablet. Here was the problem: With my technological skills being what they are, I had only enough knowledge to fully charge … Continue reading
Joy, now.
Sometimes you just get tired of hurting, tired of complaining, and tired of being tired. Fortunately for me, I found a few minutes this weekend to stand on my back porch and forget about my own problems. Instead, I concentrated … Continue reading
Feast or famine.
I am herding my children towards the mini-van. This is my short-term goal: mini-van, buckled seat belts, then home to bed. However, either this is the world’s largest parking lot, or else we are moving at a snail’s pace. <sigh.> … Continue reading
There is no escape from Harry Potter
For the past ten days we have been dealing with some sort of plague around our house. Our youngest child escaped mostly unharmed aside from an ear infection, but the oldest two children have spent the better part of a … Continue reading
It’s still rock and roll to me.
We’re in the car, driving home from swim practice. I insist on listening to classical music on the radio, despite the nine year old’s exaggerated gagging in the back seat. To be completely honest, mostly because of the nine year … Continue reading
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
When Will and Trinity were younger we gave them a very simplified version of “the birds and the bees.” Every year since then, we’ve added a little bit to that knowledge so now that they’re nine and ten years old … Continue reading
No if’s ands or ‘butts’
When my daughter Trinity was four, she became fascinated with the word “bum.” In typical preschool humor, she tried to use it in every single sentence possible. When I finally laid down the law and told her she could NOT … Continue reading
