They were in their post-fruit-eating bath, for the good of humanity and beige chenille couches everywhere. Graham loves bath time… we have to keep the bathroom door shut to stop him from crawling in there and trying to hoist himself into the tub. So he was thrilled to be in the bath with his brother, [...]
1. They are not kitchen tongs, or thongs, or however you spell it. They are Fork Chops.
2. Graham doesn’t just screech with joy at his accomplishment. He SHRIEKS and squeals and laughs. And then knocks them over and screams with delight. He is more excited about blocks than I have ever been about anything in [...]
It’s hot. When it’s hot and you’re broke you have to make your own joy. There’s a rainbow sheet hung over the dining room table and chairs to create a cave for bears. That’s as far as I got on coming up with fun activities for the day.
Graham is stacking blocks and screeching with joy. [...]
It doesn’t matter how little you are
Or how cute
Or how squishy.
Whether you hug me really tight and coo when I pick you up is completely beside the point.
And I don’t even care how wonderful you smell, even right after a nice bath in that Johnson’s stuff that smells like fresh babies.
No matter what
It is never [...]
We spent this weekend completely Nicolausless. He’s with my inlaws. They’re crazy, yes, but it’s mostly a benevolent/harmless kind of crazy unless you are my pants in which case you are now too tight and too short because hi! I’m Kevin’s mom and I did you a favor and did the laundry! In hot water, [...]