May
15
F is for friends who do stuff together
by Leslie
Lucy has a friend. It’s kind of a big deal – not because it’s the first friend she’s ever had, but because it’s the first friend that didn’t come by virtue of her older sister. It’s her first friend of her very own. Of course, Julia adores Lucy’s friend as does Phoebe. And they all love her younger sister, too. Our families get along famously, so it’s fair to say we’re all friends, but the thing about it is this: It all began with Lucy and her friend. That’s special for Lucy.
Last week, the girls had a play date and they painted with shaving cream.
It was some real messy fun.
Woops, there went the t-shirt.
And the pants.
Bee kept her clothes on.
Fun.
(And yes, that IS a purple marker mustache she’s wearing.)
May
10
Actually, it was a stick. I was injured in a stick attack recently when some exuberant outdoor play got out of hand.
I’ve covered the most unpleasant areas of my face (i.e. zits, unkempt eyebrows, chin waddle) with positive phrases and images. My wound is shocking enough when you consider it was inflicted by my children. With sticks! I’d love to make a joke, but there’s nothing funny about being hit with a stick. Okay, there might be an “ugly” joke in there. Reach for the stars! But the whole ordeal was pretty upsetting. Dark days followed. There was no television, no video games, no treats, no joy. I did, however, earn a tagline. I can add, “hit your mother with a stick” to any sentence. I may be bad at letting go, but I’m really good at guilt.
“I’m not sure how you can laugh when just yesterday you hit your mother with a stick.”
“I see you’re writing. I sure hope it’s an apology for hitting your mother with a stick.”
“Oh, you want to come with me? You’re not going to hit me with a stick, are you?”
But, it’s all okay now. They learned a lesson. I guess they really didn’t intend to actually hit me with a stick in the first place. It was just a bad choice (pretending a stick is a weapon [Note to kids: You don't have to pretend. A stick IS a weapon.]) paired with an accident (who knew I’d stop and turn around just then?) that resulted in my being beaten down in the back yard. I’m over it. Mostly.
*It’s Log from Ren & Stimpy.
May
7
We have two enormous white boards in our house. One lives in the breakfast nook for the purpose of displaying the dinner schedule, recipes, and notes about not eating the real bacon pieces or shredded cheese if you want potato soup on Sunday. The other board lives in the dining room. This is where I write the day of the week, stuff about what’s happening that day, reminders, and the message that was on my Yogi tea bag.
(I love that they do this.
After weeks of getting unique messages, I got that one three days in a row. So, I downloaded a gratitude journal app to my phone.
That was my first entry. Message received, Universe.)
We also use that board to keep track of our weight loss “progress,” make lists, post notes and play Pictionary. Currently, it also contains a variety of countdowns of things we are either looking forward to or trying to endure, most notably, the number of school days remaining until summer break, because when summer beak begins, we can do more stuff like this.
That’s my family enjoying the supermoon and looking for meteors way past bedtime.
Did you see the supermoon on Saturday? The camera didn’t capture how bright that moon was, but it did capture an orb across the field.
And Pac-Man (middle right), which makes sense, because he eats ghosts.
What are you looking forward to? What are you trying to endure?
Apr
30
Our weekend was packed full of the sort of memories you’re supposed to keep – you know, the kind of events where you get dressed up and take your camera. But when a friend asked, “What do you want to remember about your day?” I thought about it and decided it really isn’t any of that. Instead, it’s Lucy on a swing.
And Phoebe in her jeep.
Also her accidental Jack Nicholson impression.
“Heeeeere’s Phoebe!”
It’s jumping around in the freshly mowed side yard.
Running.
Playing.
It’s the cluster of freckles beneath the bridge of her nose – the ones that inspired our Night Fairy stories.
It’s lying face to face in the grass, close enough to feel her breath on my cheek.
It’s what’s important.
Apr
24
Last year, we went to Great Wolf Lodge and had an incredible time. And so, over the weekend, we returned…
…to the Wolf Den…
..and the water park where it became painfully obvious that I need a new camera.
Grainy Grimmetts!
Out of focus fun!
That’s a little better.
Finally, a photo that’s crisp and in focus. And you cannot see her face!
Nevertheless, fun was had by all.
Stuff I Do
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Stuff You Should Do
You know, Stuff.
