Monthly Archives: September 2008

Car Games and Baby Nights

By Veronica My parents were dedicated to the family vacation. Every summer we would pile into the family vehicle and strike off for parts unknown. Grandparents, old family friends and places of historic interest usually made up our itenerary. The car rides were always long, and my mom would buy me paperbacks to keep me…

She Also Does a Very Convincing Frog Face

By Megan For those of you who read me over at FriedOkra, I’m sorry to be slappin’ another retread on y’all, but as you know, Mr. Peabody’s in the throes of his six-week growth spurt, and if you’ve ever tried to nurse an angry 30 gallon shop vac until it was full, you know what…

He’s No Babysitter, He’s Their Father

By Gretchen My husband travels for work occasionally. Usually, these trips take him 2,000 miles away from home, for about a week. He attends meetings, training sessions, and social gatherings. He braves the airports and hotel breakfast bars. He probably has dozens of interactions every day with co-workers and travel industry employees. I bet he’s…

You Moved Us

From Stephanie I’m inspired by Doubleh-Vay’s When They Insist On Knowing My Bliss/I Tell Them This– making time to be good to yourself- and I plan to post my own list this week. From Megan Huge Changes And When I Say Huge I Mean Huge. From Veronica Carmen at Mom to the Screaming Masses posted…

Our House Is A Very Very Very Small House

It’s week two as a family of six and the questions have started. Where do you fit all your kids? Our home is small. Personally, I think it’s the perfect size, but at under 1300 sq ft it’s a tight squeeze for even a family of four. We make it work. And we make it…

Two Little Bears

By Beck I bought The Girl a silly pen at the dollar store today – it has a little pretend tv at the top, and when you press the button, POP! A picture of one of the actors from High School Musical appears. I’m going to tuck it into her lunch as as surprise for…

Dollar Bin Compassion

By Kelly Normally, I love the dollar bins at Target. They are right up front, filled with all sorts of cheap trinkets and chic treasures. They are glossy and bright and alluring and everything is a dollar. (Except for the items that are $2.50. Sneaky Target executives, I’m on to you.) I try to walk…

Saintliness

By Veronica I was five years old, and full of awe for my grandfather. He loved me with an overflowing heart, claiming me for a grand-daughter when we were not blood kin. He was a farmer, with calloused, toughened hands, hands so tough he wiggled his fingers and let the dog nip them for fun…

Just An Extra Tick or Two in the Tens Column

By Megan This past weekend Al and I both celebrated our birthdays. (Why thank you!) We do it that way every year because we seriously love efficiency. And also because we were actually born a day (and a few years, jab jab) apart. And we’re OLD. Some might even say we’re too old for these ittybitty little…

Pedaling Away From Me

By Tina Sean has a birthday coming up soon and his father and I have promised him a bicycle. So for the last month or so, every time we go to Wal-Mart, which is just about every day, we have to go to the bike department and test drive the various models. If you have…