Readers who have been around for a while may remember that about four years ago Lydia was diagnosed with childhood absence epilepsy. It turned out to be one of those things that sound much worse than they are, and all it really amounted to was that she had to swallow a pill when she woke… Read More It’s baaaa-aaaaack.
Recovering from this cold has been a one-step-forward-two-steps-back sort of deal, and all of us–with the exception of Lydia, who somehow avoided it altogether–are still in various stages of sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head-ing, fever-ing, and so on. Tage’s missed as much pre-school as he’s attended in the past couple of weeks, and with… Read More Update from the sickhouse
I try not to spend too much time feeling sorry for myself, because it’s such a total waste of energy, but sometimes it’s a challenge. This weekend has been one of those times. Not only do I have a terrible cold, complete with racking cough and raw, painful sore throat, but I’m also having an… Read More Poor, poor, pitiful me
Before we go to sleep most nights, if we get to bed before midnight, I read Tage a book or tell him a story. Last night it was a story, since the lights were already off before he remembered to ask and it seemed too much hassle to mess around with a book. I asked… Read More Bedtime story
I have been in a veritable baking frenzy lately, which is good for my tastebuds, but not so good for my waistline. I’ve been meaning to cut back the baking to one day a week, because I really do want to reduce the amount of sugar that all of us are eating, but I keep… Read More We’ve got openings for a butcher and a candlestickmaker.
We don’t get so many Lydia funnies posted here, but this one had both of us laughing our heads off. Tonight, as I was getting ready to dish up her dinner, I asked, “Do you want a bowl or a spoon?” “‘A bowl or a spoon?” she asked, bemused. “I mean, a bowl or a… Read More Good day, axehandle*
My recent plea for ranch dressing has been answered, in abundance. In the past few days, the postman has brought me not one, but two parcels containing those precious Hidden Valley envelopes. Ellen and Carrie, I thank you and my family thanks you. Looking back at my earlier entry, I realized that I never posted… Read More Ask and you shall receive.
In the months since he started going to pre-school, Tage’s use of Swedish has fairly exploded. This afternoon Olof’s sister and brother-in-law were here to work on some computer stuff and play the Wii, and Tage was talking up a storm in Swedish, using dozens of words that I didn’t even know he knew. At… Read More Aspiration
I was just looking at the school lunch menu we’ve got hanging on the bulletin board in the entryway and I noticed that Lydia doesn’t have school tomorrow. I had forgotten that it’s a planning day for the teachers, which means that my weekend starts a day early. For three whole days I won’t have… Read More Oh, happy day!
Why does kids’ puke always have hot dogs in it? Why?