And there he goes. I can see the thought already set in his mind and he’s about to act on it. There he goes…UP the slide. Now normally, if the playground were empty, this wouldn’t bother me. However, we have a rule that slides are for going down not up, especially when the playground is… Continue reading It Started With a Whisper…
Logan came home from my parents’ house the other day longing for a pet turtle. If you haven’t noticed yet, he’s a nagger. Nag, nag, nag. Persistence until I want to bang my head violently against a wall. Asking for an alligator, snake, iguana, turtle, or a tiger that won’t bite is the norm around… Continue reading Being Responsible…for a turtle
Finding the bottom of the laundry basket. A fresh cut lawn. Clean floors. An evening where the kids don’t complain about doing their homework or eating their dinner. Well organized and no fighting bath/shower time. Having my son read me a book. No whining and complaining at bed time. Not even requests for water, Clairitin,… Continue reading My Definition of a Good Day
