Isn’t my son so stylish with his new spikey hair gel look?

Nope. It’s just Read the rest of this entry
Isn’t my son so stylish with his new spikey hair gel look?

Nope. It’s just Read the rest of this entry

My mother clearly put a lot of thought into choosing just the right card for her youngest child’s birthday.
See what she wrote on the inside.
My children have become resourceful in their time of need. And boredom.

Snails in their new… terrarium, I guess?

Closer shot. They look happy. I mean, I think.
After gathering these creatures from the neighborhood, the girls are learning snail husbandry. Each snail is named and checked on daily. A chart has been made with dates, colorations, observations. “What snails eat” has been googled many times to be sure they are well cared for.
Then, several weeks in, lo and behold… Read the rest of this entry
Don’t get upset. It’s not what you think. It’s just what someone called it after piling me with bunnies.
First there was one.
Then someone asked if I’d like to hold two. “Sure,” I said, but that quickly jumped to three.

And suddenly there were four.

Then, of course, five. Read the rest of this entry
Clear instructions in case I want to either flog my blanket, or turn it into a meringue.

Perhaps it needs to be punished for all that time spent lazing about outdoors?? What’s your take on this?

Half-eaten pink jelly bean.
Note: This marks the third installment of Things I Never Expected to Say to My Kids.*
Dearest darling Joseph decided one day that eating with his fingers, a childlike, yet acceptable thing to do given his age, was too grown-up for him.
So he dived in to his pasta directly with his face. Read the rest of this entry

Audience photo by Vlah Dumitru on Unsplash.
At the end of a school play (Pre-covid, obviously), when the audience was applauding, Joe kept saying something I couldn’t hear. Finally, when the crowd’s enthusiasm died down, he said, “They weren’t listening to me. They kept clapping.”
The nerve of some people.
He just watched me scrubbing a toilet, cleaning the shower, etc. and said, Read the rest of this entry
At least, that’s what my daughter did.
An earwig was in the doorway between the in and outdoors. Most people would’ve grabbed a shoe and flicked the bugger outside.
But, nope. She retrieved a chicken to eat it instead.

We like giving our hens protein, after all.
Yet another thing I didn’t expect I’d find myself saying to my kids. (Along with “Is anyone missing their snake head.”)

While school was still in session, my daughters were having a hard time getting work done because their brother kept wanting to pool noodle light saber fight them. They tried to decline his invitation due to prior responsibilities, but he was having none of that schooling nonsense. Read the rest of this entry