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I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with this blog, so have gone back to just doing the family one for now. Peace out. Forever.

Chalk Full of Use

Have you ever bought something

after years of thinking "that would be a useful thing"

only to realize that your idea of "useful"

and your husband's idea of "useful"

are not exactly the same thing?"

Exhibit A:

I bought it to scrub veggies.

My husband used it to clean the oil paint off a brush.

And scrub some dirty old shoes.

And other things he is too smart to mention.

Useful.

But maybe not for veggies anymore.

Bye Bye Blues

If you are ever paying bills

and it is sort of depressing

this is a great antidote:

Somber Sunday: CouldaWouldaShoulda

There was a dead baby bird on the sidewalk today. More of a fetus, really. No feathers. Slimey. Fragile, tiny and sad. I wasn't sure if I wanted my kids to notice it, so I ushered them inside and promptly forgot about it.

I saw it again a few hours later and wondered if I should dispose of it somehow. But then my baby loudly reminded me that he was hungry, and I was off again.

Later this evening, as we were going out for a family walk, my 3-year-old pointed out a "pack of ants." They had found the bird. I felt terrible, especially when my son wanted to know what it was they were surrounding. Ugh. There wasn't anything I could have done to save the little guy, but I wish I would have done something to help it go out with more dignity.

Safety First

Our lawnmower tends to spit.

 

Thankfully, swim goggles protect your eyes from all kinds of things.

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Surgical Drama

I have had an annoying number of throat maladies recently.

Tomorrow, I am seeing an ENT about a tonsilectomy.

I have heard several disturbing accounts of what this can entail. 

Google it. Eek.

But if it can mean the difference between 

Me as the Ickified Strep Mom:

versus Me as the Happified Non-strep Mom:

So worth it, right?!

UPDDATE: Doc says I am a good candidate for surgery, but I've decided to wait it out, hopefully forever. If I get strep one more time though, I may reconsider. Hooray for prolonging the, in the words of my doctor: "heinous sore throat and nasty recovery time!"

MIA in REM

I thought my 3-year-old was sleeping in his bed.

He wasn't.

I checked my bed, but he wasn't there either.

But wait...

Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?

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UPDATE: The above photos are actually from a couple nights ago. Tonight, my husband was upstairs working on his computer, when he heard a strange noise. He thought it was the (often loud) birds outside.

Nope.

Next Time: Fake Feathers

My son likes to get crafty. 

He was out playing in the yard. 

Then he was in the office. 

Then there was this:

It's a chicken.

I think it's a pretty good rendition.

But you might think too good, 

if you see what's tangled up in those feathers.

Zippity Zap, Somebody Busted a Cap

I love my husband.

Electronics don't.

Hence, all tv, stereo, and computer (etc) concerns
default to me.

Or at least they did.

Until this:

electrocution burn.

Sometimes I Self Medicate

Having a doctor in the family can be a real life saver.

Today, I was weak, dizzy, had tummy troubles ('nuff said.)

Unfortunately, my brother wasn't around.

I took two of these and went to bed.

Worth Every Cent

Thank you, Mr. Crayola,

for giving me a few more minutes with Mr. Gmail.

Simple Pleasures

The boys are dressed and ready for the day.
They are playing nicely.
I hop in the shower.

I'm almost finished, when I hear them yelling. I think,
"Can't I have 5 minutes without them getting at each other...?"

I am wrong though. It's not a fight, but sheer delight.

Am I the only one who yells
"why are you NAKED?!" 
several times a week?

Suckerpunch

Fact: My baby is 7 months old.

Fact: My baby senses me outside his door--even in the middle of the night, after he's been asleep for hours next to a sound machine and a heater.

Fact: My baby just woke up and cried until I finally fed him at 4am.


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Fact: My baby is "technically old enough to sleep through the night."

Fact: My baby was not too cold or too hot, and did not have a blanket on his face.

Fact: I am a wuss.

And I Never Thought Prunes Were Desirable...

Four in the afternoon

Four in the afternoon

Back from a break

Some phone calls to make

He whistles his working tune

Four in the afternoon

Four in the afternoon

Three boys still calm

All soothed by snacks' balm

This moment will end too soon

Four in the afternoon

Four in the afternoon

My time is here

But I'll reappear

Sadly, before I can prune

Irresponsible Kindness

I made these treats for my neighbor
To be thoughtful and loving and kind
But baby's out like a light
I'm way past "one more bite"
Oh, why didn't I mind my behind?