As the youngest of three children and the only girl, I was subjected to cruel and unusual punishment throughout my childhood.
I consider the forced, repeated viewing of the following to be chief among them.
This is Day 142.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
A Brother Abroad
My parents, brother Mike, and Mike's amazing children just arrived for Joseph's birthday weekend/Father's Day celebration.
The house is spotless, the necessary accutrements are in place (root beer and peanut M&Ms for my dear dad), and I am poised to be a perfect hostess.
Two minutes later:
Dad: I just thought you should know that one of your posts was in error.
Maid: Which one?
Dad: The one that said the Marine Corps is the smallest arm of the military. In actuality, it's the Coast Guard.
I stand corrected.
Semper Paratus.
This is Day 142.
The house is spotless, the necessary accutrements are in place (root beer and peanut M&Ms for my dear dad), and I am poised to be a perfect hostess.
Two minutes later:
Dad: I just thought you should know that one of your posts was in error.
Maid: Which one?
Dad: The one that said the Marine Corps is the smallest arm of the military. In actuality, it's the Coast Guard.
I stand corrected.
Semper Paratus.
This is Day 142.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Inevitable has evidenced itself
Though it seemed my son had sworn an early allegiance to anything John Deere or Caterpillar, the inevitable has finally arrived at our house:
Thomas the Tank Engine
After reading countless books and, consequently, learning the difference between a backhoe and front loader, and excavator and a skid steer, all my newly acquired knowledge must be put on a mental shelf to make way for Thomas, and Percy, and James, and Harold, and.......
All aboard!
Thomas the Tank Engine
After reading countless books and, consequently, learning the difference between a backhoe and front loader, and excavator and a skid steer, all my newly acquired knowledge must be put on a mental shelf to make way for Thomas, and Percy, and James, and Harold, and.......
All aboard!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
A Brother Abroad
I had to run 5,000 errands today (and that's not an exaggeration....I can actually list all 5,000), which meant I spent entirely too much time in the car, my mind adrift with mental lists and stress over what may or may not get done in time.
By noon, I was exhausted and driving home with one little boy fast asleep in his car seat and a little girl quietly singing along with her Kids CD. As I started to consider what was left to be done, I caught sight of a woman on the side of the rural road on which I was driving. She was facing her home with her back to the road, just staring, hands on hips and head tilted.
Curiousity peaked, my eyes followed her gaze to the modest home's facade, which was indistinguishable in its appearance aside from one obvious thing.
Two large yellow bows had been freshly hung on the front porch.
She was waiting too.
This is Day 139.
By noon, I was exhausted and driving home with one little boy fast asleep in his car seat and a little girl quietly singing along with her Kids CD. As I started to consider what was left to be done, I caught sight of a woman on the side of the rural road on which I was driving. She was facing her home with her back to the road, just staring, hands on hips and head tilted.
Curiousity peaked, my eyes followed her gaze to the modest home's facade, which was indistinguishable in its appearance aside from one obvious thing.
Two large yellow bows had been freshly hung on the front porch.
She was waiting too.
This is Day 139.
Monday, June 15, 2009
A Brother Abroad Meets Confession Time
When Paul was 14 and I was in fourth grade, he did something very big brotherish....of which I have no clear memory now. However, hours later as he was heading out the door to watch a movie at a friend's house, he called out his goodbyes to my mother as I was poised to take revenge.
Paul: "I'm goin' Mom"
Mom: "Okay, honey, have fun!"
Paul steps one foot out the door.
Mom: "Oh, and what was the name of the movie you are going to see?"
Paul freezes.
Paul: "Umm....I think it's called Revenge of the Nerds."
Mom: "Oh, okay"
Paul steps other foot out of door.
Evil Kid Sister: "Umm....isn't that movie rated R????"
Paul again freezes while smoke begins to emit from his ears. Evil Kid Sister keeps a safe distance.
Mom: "Oh, Paul, is it??"
Paul: "Oh, um, I don't know....maybe?"
Mom: "'Maybe' sounds like 'yes'. ...you're not going."
Evil Kid Sister runs to the safety of her bedroom while Paul contmeplates whether or not to let her live.
Evil Kid Sister who is now two people's mother thanks Paul for his decision to let her live.
This is Day 138.
Paul: "I'm goin' Mom"
Mom: "Okay, honey, have fun!"
Paul steps one foot out the door.
Mom: "Oh, and what was the name of the movie you are going to see?"
Paul freezes.
Paul: "Umm....I think it's called Revenge of the Nerds."
Mom: "Oh, okay"
Paul steps other foot out of door.
Evil Kid Sister: "Umm....isn't that movie rated R????"
Paul again freezes while smoke begins to emit from his ears. Evil Kid Sister keeps a safe distance.
Mom: "Oh, Paul, is it??"
Paul: "Oh, um, I don't know....maybe?"
Mom: "'Maybe' sounds like 'yes'. ...you're not going."
Evil Kid Sister runs to the safety of her bedroom while Paul contmeplates whether or not to let her live.
Evil Kid Sister who is now two people's mother thanks Paul for his decision to let her live.
This is Day 138.
What a difference a school year makes....
It seems like only a few months ago I was fretting over the first day of preschool and last Thursday had me wondering where the school year went.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
A Brother Abroad
This is Day 137.
It is not the halfway mark (not even close).
It is not the time it takes to make something a habit (that's 21 days).
It is not the number of days a horrible moment of binge eating takes to show up on the scale (that's 3!)
It is not how long it takes a whole cucumber in brine to become a pickle (that's 14)
It is exactly 4.5 months into a pregnancy....or, the halfway mark.
Remember how long that felt?
It is not the halfway mark (not even close).
It is not the time it takes to make something a habit (that's 21 days).
It is not the number of days a horrible moment of binge eating takes to show up on the scale (that's 3!)
It is not how long it takes a whole cucumber in brine to become a pickle (that's 14)
It is exactly 4.5 months into a pregnancy....or, the halfway mark.
Remember how long that felt?
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