Apparently the sweet little Hello Kitty motif of the sweater Santa gifted Grace for Christmas was not quite "fashionable" enough for our little Grace.
It needed something else.
Something a little extra.
Something to push the cute factor over the top.
Something that might swaddle tiny six-year-old thumbs in a soft fabric hug.
You know…something like thumb holes.
After she Billy Ray Cyrused her hair
Few things rile me up more than when I see or hear about kids getting bullied or picked on. You can imagine how that multiplies when it involves my own children - no matter what side of the equation they are on.
Gavin got off the bus today and ran over to me.
I could see his normally bright eyes were tinged red as he
We're gearing up for our first Christmas in Portland. Although we've lived here three full years, this is actually our fourth Christmas since we moved at the end of October in 2011. And Santa has yet to visit us out here - hahaha.
Why? Because we've been heading back to the Philadelphia area to do our Christmasing since the big move. Adjusting to the holidays has been
If I ever lose Grace's birth certificate and cannot obtain a back-up, this spelling practice test is awesome proof that she was born in the Philadelphia-area and spent the first three years of her life there, yea?
The spelling word? Use.
The sentence example I gave: I need to use a knife to chop this onion. (That's some stellar working mom multi-tasking right there - making
We're looking forward to an awesome Thanksgiving meal with our neighbors later today. It was so nice of them to include the transplants (that's us!) in their annual tradition.
We were put in charge of pies.
I have no idea where to buy pies in Portland since I've only made one Thanksgiving meal since we've moved here, and I think I made my pies from
Thought this would be a nice little conversation piece to share as my friends around the country settle in for a lovely Thanksgiving meal. So much to discuss here, yea?
In case you're wondering - as I did when she handed it me after art class - it's a turkey drumstick. (Yes, I paid for this to happen.)
My take? He's distressed about being eaten.
This may sound hard to believe, but I can say with almost complete certainty that October marked the first time I saw a real, live turkey up close and personal. Sure, I may have seen one at the zoo, and definitely have seen the turkey the President pardons every year, but I have never seen one on a farm ... you know, livin' a turkey
Grace upon watching me fold laundry: "Mommy, have you done laundry by yourself? Like without Daddy here to help? Without Daddy here to watch you? Wow!"
She was dead serious. To be fair, Kenny usually does do the laundry - he pulls double duty on the weekends and folds it all while watching soccer. (Yes, yes, I am onto his tricks, but folding laundry isn't
Generally, I am OK with people getting comfortable on a long plane ride.
But not if it means your stocking foot is so close to me I can feel the warmth of its recent tight shoe home radiating in my direction. (And sadly, I actually took that pic with my right arm from the right side of the plane with no zoom. This stranger foot
Ok, I have to know. Who the h-e-double-hockey-sticks decided that pumpkin carving should be a thing? And what in the world made us decide this would be the year we'd say yes to carving pumpkins after six years of successfully brainwashing convincing our kids that painting was the way to go?
Smart kids. Sucker parents. That's my story.
For some reason, Gavin was pretty stoked to carve