Monthly Archives: June 2008

Toes are good. Shoes are better.

S came in crying because he had stubbed his toe. 

After looking it over and asking him how it happened, I asked if he was wearing shoes at the time.

He looked confused.

“No. I was just…wearing my toes.”

Right. Good plan. Shoes can also be good.



Filed under Aren't my kids funny?

In case you were wondering what I was doing these days…

A woman can deny she is “nesting” and simply state that she is “spring cleaning” or “preparing for the baby” until she finds herself cleaning the inside of her washing machine and dishwasher.

And when the compulsion drives her to clean the underside of her stove hood, which includes removing and cleaning the light bulbs….

Yes, then it is hard to deny, especially to oneself, that perhaps there is something to this “nesting” thing.


Filed under She's having a baby

I don’t want to know what this means.

I always knew I wasn’t going to be the “fun” parent.

Someone has to tell them to sit up straight, eat their beans, put their socks in the hamper and no, for the last time, you can’t keep the toad/frog/ant/turtle/crawfish/bird/rabbit/worm as a pet. Now go to sleep!

So maybe I shouldn’t think this is as funny as I do.

Journal entry pages from two different boys:


Love how they both spelled “wrestle”.


Note the bulging biceps. Very important for wrestling, you know.


“Mom cleans garage.”

(I’d like to note that I’m still a stick figure in their minds. Not a big circle blob, like I feel.)

For the record, I don’t know what the assignment was. I’m not sure if I’d rather find out it was “fun things you do with your Mom and Dad” or “what does your Mom and Dad do all the time?”

I’m obviously not always sweeping the garage.

Sometimes I’m sweeping my kitchen.


Filed under Aren't my kids funny?, Boys will be boys, Mr. French