Apparently Trevor's teacher will be sending out weekly reports with his progress. We just got the first one in which he received all A's. He got a 94 on one thing, a 102 on something else, and 100 on the rest. It's amazing to me that this is the same child that just this morning...
I was originally going to blog about 9/11, where I was, what it meant, blah blah blah, but there's enough of that going on today. Plus, let's be honest, it's a real downer, and that's not what this is about.
So, without further adieu...
Trevor's new catch phrase, for lack of a better term, is "Oh Snap!" He says it in reference to anything, shocking or not. Trevor, we're having mac and cheese. "Oh Snap!" Trevor, your shoes are untied. "Oh, Snap!" Trevor, Victoria is holding me up at knife point. ...
Today I went to work in dirty pants, and no, that's not my secret, although it was gross. My secret is that I don't do laundry. Usually this is something Wesley handles, but he was in class last night, so this was the result:
This came to a head this morning when I realized my options...
I'm watching Vic putting on lip gloss and pretending to curl her hair. She's dressed in her princess dress and wearing her finest jewels and mock crown. She reminds me of old hollywood glamour- Audrey Hepburn or Liz Taylor, someone along those lines. Then, she...
Dear Sophie,
Today you are 8 months old. You've come so far, but I think you can do better.
First, the positive: You're an ace at rolling over. In fact, at this point, it's your chosen method of transporation. Ever heard of crawling?
You're pretty much sitting up...
Working almost 12 hours today almost makes me wish I could be a Stay at Home Mom (SAHM)... Almost. Then I remember why that's not an option, nor do I want it to be. I have my reasons:
1. My kids like stuff. By this, I mean they, like every other kid, like toys, video games,...
I just received the following email from Facebook...
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Really? Seriously? So now Facebook has...
On Tuesday, I awoke with a rumbly in my tumbly. Skip to 4 hours later, and I was bowing before the porcelain queen in what I so affectionately call the "poo potty" at work. You know the one I'm talking about. It's usually the handicapped stall in the most tucked away bathroom in...
For the past 8 months this has been my constant companion. It's like that egg project from high school where you have to keep it with you at all times in some lame attempt to show teenagers what it would be like to have a real kid. If they're really trying to keep teenagers from...