May was busy. Very busy. This one month held Riley’s preschool graduation, Maddie’s third birthday, a full weekend work event, and a family vacation. Phew. Not to mention it was the first full month of good weather and my parents’ newly built lake house. We didn’t slow down for much. The whole month seemed to take only a week to go by. As we got around to our June dinner at Lesley’s house last night, I was a bit surprised to realize that I hadn’t posted our May dinner yet! (more…)
This past week, Ali had to be out of town on business, and I had the pleasure of the girls’ company for a night. Story was excited to have a sleepover, and I made plans to have a little slumber party in the living room. While I always want the girls to have fun when they’re all together, I made a crucial mistake in my planning. I viewed Riley and Maddie as guests.
Almost a month has gone by now since one of the biggest life events Riley has had — preschool graduation — and I would be remiss not to fill you in. If you remember, Story’s preschool graduation week was brimming with misfortunes brought on by anticipation. If Lesley is not one of those moms to get sappy over something like preschool graduation, I certainly am. So, I was expecting nervousness, unprovoked crying spells, and preoccupied thoughts. Surprisingly, none of that happened. (more…)
The places we send our children during the day–school, camp, daycare–require a certain measure of trust from all parents. You drop your child off expecting that they will receive the best care and will learn and play in a safe environment; yet in some cases, the facility is understaffed or doesn’t meet the needs of all children. It can be a very stressful thing to find the right program for your child, but it doesn’t have to be. It’s important to ask for a tour before you commit to enrollment so you can get an idea of what sort of care they’ll provide. (more…)
On the very first day of summer vacation, the Little Shit struck again.
We were at my parents’ house, and Brooke, Dad, and I were taking turns push-mowing the yard. (Dad has developed an old-man obsession with the yard. His riding mower needed a new part, and he simply couldn’t wait.) So, we were all covered in grass clippings, and Brooke’s feet were green, thanks to the flip-flops she was wearing. We were relaxing on the porch, just enjoying the afternoon, and suddenly summer was shattered.