St. Nick usually does little with Maggie beyond coo at her (in the same voice he uses for the cat), but here's a rare moment captured. He's setting aside his anti-girl biases and is acting as ... drum roll ... hairdresser!
See it, believe it.
But as an aside, the other day I did a random search for "Kitchen Chemistry" - since we'll be doing chemistry next year for school. What should I find but this?
Our dinner last night went something like this:
St. Nick: Ed's parents owe him ninety-five bucks. Where's that $15 Mom had for me?
Mom: What $15?
What is with me/us? We keep making the same moronic decision year after year after ...
We've heard of racism and ageism, sexism and more, but over the weekend we experienced yet another "ism." It could be seen as a sort of reverse ageism, I suppose. It's nothing less than: "Kidism."
Apparently our new school requires students to call home when homework isn't completed. As if making a call during quiet reading time is a Mark of Shame.
Here's how my week (first week of vacay for the kiddos) has looked:
Monday: in tears (me) by 8am.
Tuesday: in tears (me again) by 11am.
Wednesday: so far so good (me) and...
This week ...
- One minivan breakdown which took three days to fix (its Brain died, and yes that's as expensive as it sounds).
- Two all-morning meetings with Baby.
- Three dozen diapers sold online.
- Arranged one...
Mornings without Dr. D can be a little crazed. Who makes the coffee? Who urges the kiddos to hurry up, get things together, don't forget ... ? And if I happen to have an appointment in the morning, who on earth is going to take care of things so I can get ready to go? I may drop the kiddos at school uncombed and unwashed (that's me unkempt, not them), but...
Bedtime rolled around with the usual mix of exhaustion (parents) and bickering (Pie and Fish). This time the argument was over who brushed teeth first. Everyone ended up frustrated, so we spent some time in Pie's room sitting together and talking about Family and how much we love one another. Little hearts softened, siblings made up and said Good Nights and I Love Yous. All was well.
St. Nick usually does little with Maggie beyond coo at her (in the same voice he uses for the cat), but here's a rare moment captured. He's setting aside his anti-girl biases and is acting as ... drum roll