Yep. That's a crumb-caked knife. Used by one of our children for breakfast and placed back in the drawer.
A few things I guess I should try to be proud of if I want to look for a silver-lining here, and I usually do want to, so here goes:
My kids are old enough to serve themselves breakfast.
Whichever kid it was (cough-cough-Grace) (Just making
I am writing to you from the edge of my kitchen table, just a few short days into summer break. For the kids, obvs. For parents, normal life marches on through the summer...mostly. You do have a few added chores like parent taxis, and drying all the swim clothes. Adding to our early summer time joy, me and Kenny decided to mulch our yard
Have you ever gotten a phone call from the vice principal of your child's school? It's literally dreadful the way you might imagine getting fired from your job might be. I never want to answer the phone when I see it's the school calling. No one from school ever calls with good news, do they? "Oh, hey, Mrs. Clark! I am just calling to tell you
Recently, I had the bright idea to make 'breakfast for dinner' for three reasons:
My kids love it, and we rarely do it. (More on that later.)
It was a great chance to use our first-ever waffle maker, which I had gotten on super-sale at Williams Sonoma after the holidays.
It was a "quick and easy". (In my head. Not IRL.)
I planned a simple
A recent series of events has confirmed that, without a doubt, the Clark family is officially and forever and always an all-mint, all-the-time toothpaste family.
Over the past two weeks, we've been on poor Gavin about his seemingly absent oral hygiene. His breath has been otherworldly. Honestly, at one point, I thought to myself, "Dear God. This is EXACTLY how I imagine Creed smelled." You
As I sit here at the start of SNOW DAY #9 out here in Portland, Oregon, I caught the above scene out of the corner of my eye. Yea, that’s Grace. She’s CRAWLING across the kitchen counter to fetch herself a banana for breakfast. A depiction of the mentality that so many snow days brings. Nine snow days in will change a person.
Last night, we were sitting around steaming bowls of lovely Chicken, Corn and Potato Chowder following an insane afternoon filled with some snow flakes, a mad rush to grab our kids from school so they didn't have to take the bus on our neighborhood's near-instantaneous treacherous roads once any sort of winter participation hits, and a 3 hour, 10 minute commute for Kenny (for what's
All right, friends.
The snow eventually showed up, and we had a nice layer by about 12:30 p.m. or so.
Sleds were in full effect for a few hours, and Bob is apparently a huge fan of the white stuff. Huge. As in didn't want to come back inside.
The storm is changing over to freezing rain - as you can tell by the amazing quality