Okay, this website has sucked up numerous hours in the last few days: http://hookedonhouses.net/ I love it, get lost wandering around in it, forget all about the things I’m supposed to be doing. I don’t care about that cowboy dude’s house on the main page. It’s the TV and Movie Houses that I can’t stop […]
Tonight we were down in the office, and Tim and Julia were dropping Fisher Price people and Polly Pockets through an old hole in the corner of the living room floor where a radiator pipe once was— the one that’s right over Jay’s desk. As we tried to work, toys rained down. Finally she came
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di·shev·eled or di·shev·elled (d -sh v ld) adj. 1. Being in loose disarray; unkempt, as hair or clothing. 2. Marked by disorder; untidy: a disheveled pile of books on the library table. Yeah, well, that’s this house tonight, even with little glowing candle lights in all the windows. It looks so pretty, who knows what
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Okay so his hands are sore. It’s cold and the air is dry, the tools are cold, it’s all a misery when the temps don’t rise above 10 degrees F. My hands are in too much water also, and I get those same cracks and exquisite piercing pains. Fingers are so sensitive. He fell asleep
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Thursday was the Christmas program at preschool. This is the last program I’ll ever attend as a mom there. My baby, Julia, will be a kindergartener next year, and preschool will be over. All ten of them went to this school. Our first year was in 1982, and we’ve had a child there pretty much
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Kirsten’s graduation ceremony is on Sunday! She says it’s a little surreal, hard to believe it’s real. She’s apologizing for how boring Sunday’s ceremony will be. I love graduations. They’re not boring to me at all. I listen to all the blah, blah speeches, and read all the names in the program, all the beautiful
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Why is my house so dirty??? It’s that dog. Night before last I dreamed I was cleaning for Thanksgiving and everything was outrageously filthy. I woke up and laughed, “Oh, it’s not that bad.” (…but it is…almost.) Thanksgiving is my holiday though, and everyone’s coming to my house for dinner and there cannot be dog
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We put Tim and Julia to bed a while ago. She has her very own bed upstairs in the room she shares with Lydia (aka Kari.) She’s got the flowered sheets, teddy bears, etc. and so on. But she insists on still sleeping with Tim. Earlier I heard Jay yelling, “JUST GET IN BED ALREADY!”
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Okay so when I picked Julia up from preschool, the teacher, whom I love, told me: “Ohhh, she’s the best little rester in the world. She falls right to sleep at rest time.” Yah. She’s also as white as paste and prone to whiny crying jags, slept 13 hours last night. The girl is anemic.
Little Jay and his friend Sarah This weekend was our last weekend at the lake, closing up for the season. TC didn’t want to leave. He wept on his mother, sprawled across her and his brother on her lap. I brought him Kleenex and told him I understood. His mom told him she understood too.
