Today I was sitting at the computer browsing through my morning reads, when a fresh-out-of-bed Lydia came to me and asked, “Where did you put the placements?” I turned to her and asked, “The what?” “Placements … you know, to put the dishes and forks on!” “Forks?” I asked bemusedly, just before the light bulb… Read More Who knows what’s in her head sometimes?

Last week when Lydia and I had our monthly lunch date, we went shopping to take advantage of the pre-back-to-school clearance sales. She’s got plenty of shirts that still fit her but she’s grown right out of all of her pants, so we stocked up on jeans, coming home with five new pairs. Yesterday afternoon… Read More Sigh

After working up to it in fits and starts for the past several weeks, Petra finally started walking for real on Saturday. Now there’s no stopping her (unless you put an obstacle or two in her way, of course!).

Have a little read through this post, replacing every instance of “furry shoes” with “those cool sandals,” and you’ll have a pretty good idea of how I spent yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately for Lydia, I’m even less likely to buy her a pair of Crocs than I was to buy furry boots, if for no other… Read More Crocs are the new furry boots.

First, I want to thank everyone for all the sympathy messages about our losing little Ola. They meant a lot to me. I’m doing okay, as long as I don’t think too much about him (or look at any pictures — I’ve got to post now if for no other reason than to move those… Read More Monday

Our doorbell just rang, and the ringer had bad tidings. Last week she had found Ola, hit by a car, down the road a ways from our house. He was very badly injured, so they ended his suffering and buried him. She just now saw our poster outside the grocery store, and came to tell… Read More Update – R.I.P Ola

We’ve had a rough couple of months where our cats are concerned. First, Moa got really sick in May, and I really thought she might not make it. The vet suspected that she had the feline leukemia virus, but after a course of antibiotics she got better and tested negative for the virus. Then, a… Read More Here, kitty, kitty

We’ve just come home from a mini-vacation to Pite Havsbad. We had a busy, fun-filled three days, but it’s good to be home.

One night last week, the kids and I were lying and talking on my bed. Tage was yelling and rolling around and rough-housing with the girls and generally driving us nuts. I kept asking him to settle down, but he just got wilder. At one point he pulled a blanket over his head and started… Read More The things they say …