They are getting smarter


The twins are at the end of their first year of big school, and they have grown a lot in Kindergarten.

Here are their spring pictures on the wall. Aren’t they cute?

They are learning to read and write as well.

This is exciting because is means that they no longer have to be limited solely to verbal communication.

Now they can insult each other in writing!


It just brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?


Love You Forever

Last night I was putting the twins to bed and they were putting me through the wringer.

I don’t know about other moms, but bedtime is a particularly difficult time for me to hold on to patience. For one thing, all the “nice” has been leaking out of me all day, and by 8 p.m. it is ALL GONE. I often tell the kids, at eight o’clock, Nice Mommy is gone and Mean Mommy comes out. So please try to be in bed before then. For your own safety.

So it was past eight, and one twin was repeatedly jumping on the bed (and jumping on the dresser, and jumping on his sister) and the other one was running around naked with her PJ’s on her head instead of her body, and I was losing patience FAST.


Then they finally settled down for a bedtime story. I was SO DONE with motherhood for the day. The story they chose was…

Love You Forever by Robert Munsch.

Love You Forever

(If you’ve never read this one, it’s about a mother who sings a song –“I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”– to her little boy every night as he grows up and she grows old. At the end he sings the song to his own newborn child.)

I dare ANY mother to get to the end of reading this story to a child snuggled in her lap with dry eyes. It KILLS me every time.

Okay. Maybe Nice Mommy can stay around a little while longer.

Pajama Day

Last week they had pajama day at the elementary school. The twins were beyond excited. 


Boo, however, was less enthused. In fact, she’d actually slept in her clothes the night before and had changed onto her PJ’s for school.

At least she didn’t go through the dramatics of last year, where she worried about being the only kid at school in PJ’s. I figured having her siblings at the same school and dressed in pajamas made her more confident.

Although after she’d gotten out of the car that morning I noticed she had still taken precautions: a set of regular clothes was stashed in her seat.

Boo is always prepared…

The cat wants attention

Usually the cat is not interested in me at all, ignoring the fact that I’m the one who feeds him and cleans out his litterbox. He loves his father best.

But then my husband went away for a week and the cat got lonely, following me around and meowing to be petted.

One night while my husband was gone, I was really tired and did not want to pet the cat any more, so I tried to lie still and demonstrate that I was asleep and could not be disturbed.


The cat started at me like a vulture for hours I think, but I persevered. I slept pretty well.

But the next morning  the cat knew just what to do. He went to the desk and sat directly on my Bible and devotional book, knowing I would be pickling it up.

He looked at me triumphantly, seeming to say, “You can’t avoid me now!”


Okay. His father needs to come home. Now.

…..Want more stories about my cat? Click on one of the links below:

Cat Origin Story

Cat vs. Mouse 

Cat vs. Fish

Cat vs. Mouse Again

Cat vs. Another Fish

How Early is Early?

One morning Boo asked to be awakened early to finish her schoolwork. She left three notes for me around the house about it.

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This caused her father to wake her up at 4 a.m. ( “I didn’t know how early she meant,” he claimed.) She groaned and went back to sleep.

Dude. NOBODY means four in the morning when they say “wake me up early.” Nobody.

Birthdays are Messy

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So my reward for giving the twins an awesome birthday complete with McDonald’s dinner and ice cream dessert was finding in the car the next morning: two half empty soda cups festering in the cup holders and two containers half full of melting ice cream dripping on the seats.

I cleaned that all up while yelling at the kids to get in the car for school, managing to carry all of that to the trash without spilling … or so I thought.

Later in the day I was confused by the random sticky spots on my shirt.

Apparently I spilled a bit. Grrr.

Parental Shell-Shock

Last week, after I’d dropped off the kids at school, I came back and took Boo a notebook she’d forgotten in the car.

(This effort did not seem to earn me any points with her, by the way. She barely gave a backwards glance, much less a thank you. But I digress.)

Still, it afforded me an interesting glimpse of all the parents I don’t usually see walking their kids in to school, since I drop mine off from the carpool line.

Here’s what they all looked like:


I’m serious. This was the most shell-shocked looking group I’ve ever seen.

They were dragging kids by the hands with grim determination on their faces, looking like, “It almost killed me to to get you here, kid, but by golly, YOU ARE GOING TO SCHOOL!!”

Folks, I can relate.