An afternoon at horse camp tells a lot about a person–especially a Girl Scout. There are the girls who ignore the animals. Those disgusted by the piles of poop and general lung-infiltrating poop smell. Those who really want to ride the horses and don’t take “not until you’re in second grade” as an answer. Those...Continue Reading
One afternoon last month Catie and I were talking about time. She has this teaching clock from the dollar bins at Target (half of our house is from the dollar bins at Target), and I was saying things like, “At seven, we eat breakfast. At eight we leave for school.” And she would move the...Continue Reading
You may see a lot of things when you look at this picture. The constant mess of our playroom, for instance. The genius architecture of the twins’ Lego tower. The fact that Sam is wearing Princess dress-up shoes–and not even in a “Hey! Look at me, Mom! I’m wearing Princess dress-up shoes! This is crazy!”...Continue Reading
Here we are…twenty-four weeks pregnant, and we’ve finally taken the first belly shot. What happened? With my first two pregnancies we took several pictures. We had to with Catie–the whole pregnancy process was so mind-boggling. The was a tiny person growing right next to my liver and kidneys and stomach and bladder (probably not exactly...Continue Reading
Nothing makes winter seem longer than a swimming pool in your backyard. All of the sudden, summer is so definitive. When it’s warm enough to get in the pool, entire days, parties, and playdates are dedicated to it. But when the weather is in the thirties for an entire week, like this winter in Houston,...Continue Reading
There’s this new blog that everyone (okay, really the media and dietitians) love. A teacher in Chicago is eating the school lunch every day, posting pictures of what she eats, and describing the food–lots of pizza and chili, and fruit cups. Outrage from every news outlet. Journalists are so baffled that this is the junk...Continue Reading
The Kids Becoming One with the Hotel Germs—> I may be closer to becoming a grown-up. I’ve long been convinced that I have the soul of a seventeen-year-old. I don’t mean I haven’t matured since I was seventeen. I hope I have. I was a mess at seventeen. No, most things I enjoy are for...Continue Reading
If I can call myself a scrapbooker, then it’s only with the highest degree of shame. I encompass everything ugly about this hobby. Tacky? In college I cut out individual letters from magazines ransom-note style and slapped them on pages with a glue stick. Time consuming? I once glued individual pieces of that confetti that...Continue Reading
Today we did something we’ve never done before–loaded all the kids into the minivan and headed to the doctor to find out the gender of our fourth baby. You may have some questions: why find out, when the surprise would be so much more rewarding when we actually met the kid? what was the gender?...Continue Reading
I love to real other peoples’ blogs. I’ve never tried one for myself because of simple fear. Every diary, journal or log(boxloads of them ) I’ve attempted has started with good intentions around Jan. 1–and finished around March with something like six measly entries. How embarrassing for the entire blogosphere (or the five family or...Continue Reading
