Sunday, May 29, 2016
No. 3
Monday, May 23, 2016
On your mark...
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Girlfriend can ride a bike!
After fiddling on a scoot bike for more than a year, mom suggested she just try and made a joke about "believing in herself." Next thing you know, we can't get her off her brother's old bike. She's a natural.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Mother's Day, part II
I know what you're thinking: Get that poor girl a haircut. See, we were going to. Then the chicks arrived (see below), then she tripped in the foyer and knocked three front teeth out of the sockets. So Mother's Day we ended up in urgent care and at the dentist the next morning. She had to go to Kindergarten orientation with puffy lips and gums, but was smiling just as big as ever.
Mother's Day weekend, part I
The "perk" of being room mom apparently is that you get to take home a bunch of baby chicks in the spring. Except this year, only four hatched out of more than a dozen eggs (the teacher blamed a faulty incubator). We wound up with two very sickly birds (not pictured) that later died. You haven't really experienced Mother's Day until you've buried dead chickens in your back yard.
Passing notes
I hadn't left a note in my 7-year-old's lunch in a while. "Eat your fruit mister! Heart, mom." That night, I found the note still sitting in his pack: "I will never." Of course, the grapes were gone, explained by a second line: "PS my friends Hleped me."
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