Today was everyone's favorite: School Picture Day. Or, the parent preferred: Fashion Battle [insert year here] and Hair Style Throw Down [insert year here]. Or...maybe that's just the Clark parent's preferred nomenclature. I suspect not, but maybe it's just us.
We were on such a good path leading up to pictures this year. Grace asked to pick out a dress in late August. Done. And, although
Phew. This summer was a WHIRLWIND. A blur. A streak of lightning. Oh, and hot. So very hot. (Side note: Apparently, Portland summers ARE getting hotter. Yaaaaay. Nope.).
Somewhere in early June we decided to move. In typical Clark fashion, we made a decision and jumped right in. (Long-time readers will remember this from about ...oh, six years ago when we decided to move across the
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