Jan
30
I’d just spent ten minutes talking Lucy out from under her bed – she’d called Julia a dumbass – when I came downstairs and saw this.
Oh, hi Picasso.
So nice to see you on my table.
“What? You want me to move?”
“Really?”
“Are you sure?”
“Alright. I’ll get up. Dumbass.”
Geez, what a potty mouth.
Jan
25
This is why I don’t get to work out*
by Leslie
Guess where this penny has been?
If you guessed, “on a wild ride through Phoebe’s digestive system,” you win! (I won’t make you look at the penny-in-the-poop discovery photos.)
I know. You’re shaking your head at me. Leslie, you understand that baby-proofing your house includes keeping small items like this picked up and put away so tiny hands can’t get them, don’t you? How did this happen? Well, I’ll tell you: It was my mother’s fault. No. No! I’m kidding!!! (Mom, I’m mostly kidding.) It was Julia and Lucy’s fault.
My mom was keeping an eye on the girls while I was “working out” in the basement. They were playing Store and feeling uninspired by their wooden play money’s lack of authenticity and so they broke open their bank to use the real stuff. My mother told them not to do it. She told them to put the money away. They did not listen and Phoebe had an Abe Lincoln snack.
*Generally, I “work out” during nap time or when Dave is home, but he’s currently in the middle of a seventeen day work bender, which means he’s only home for about 8 hours every four days and during that time, he’s sleeping or going to softball meetings or bringing kids to my Kindermusik class which is why my mom was watching the girls. So, technically, I guess it’s Dave’s fault. I also blame fitness.
Jan
23
The Winter of Bee’s Discontent
by Leslie
We got enough snow to cancel school on Friday and dance classes on Saturday and, of course, to play in, too.
There’s Julia playing in the snow.
There’s Lucy eating the snow.
And there’s Phoebe, hating the snow.
Don’t worry. Julia and Lucy got her to grin, eventually.
And after those teeth finally came through Sunday morning, she was much more cheerful.
See? We made it through.
Jan
16
This is how we do a long weekend.
by Leslie
That’s a 1,000 piece puzzle and it’s nearly complete!
If you’re not impressed, you should consider the added challenge we face of assembling it before Phoebe eats the pieces. She hasn’t actually digested any, at least we don’t think she has. Three of them have definitely been chewed and a handful took a dip in her milk. If we get down to the end and some are missing, well, I don’t know. Are puzzle pieces digestible? Would they come out like they went in?
Jan
13
How to Make a Little Girl Feel Special
by Leslie
“This is for you, mom,” Lucy told me as she slid a piece of paper across the counter toward my mixing bowl.
I looked at her scribbles. “Is this a note?”
She smiled and nodded her head. “Yep! For you!”
“Cool! What does it say?” But she was already down the hall placing another on Dave’s desk.
After notes were delivered to Julia and Phoebe, she retired to her room, pen and paper in hand.
A moment later, the door squeaked open and she called, “Anyone who wants to write me a note can just put it right under the door!”
The door slammed and then it was silent.
“Hey Dave?” I called. “One of us better-”
“I’m already on it,” he interrupted, holding up a folded piece of paper. He cleared his throat, pushed it under the door and gave me a wink as he walked back to his desk.
I heard her muffled, “Oh! A note!” before she burst out of the room shouting, “Mommy! Mommy! I got a note! A NOTE!” She pushed it into my hand, “What does it say?”
I opened it and read it to her.
Her cheeks swelled with a smile as she fumbled with her notepad and scribbled her response.
“Daddy! Here!” she shouted, running his way, her note held high. “I got your note. I got your note. Here! I answered you!”
“Can you read it to me?”
“Dear Daddy, I would like to eat graham crackers and drink milk with you. Love, Lucy.”
“Sounds like a plan then.”
She could hardly stand to sit and eat dinner. She smiled at him across the table as her pasta grew cold. “I really liked that note you sent me, Daddy.”
And after dinner, when I’d whisked the other girls up the stairs for a bath and bedtime, Lucy enjoyed the privilege of staying behind for milk and graham crackers with her Daddy.
Stuff I Do
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Stuff You Should Do
You know, Stuff.
