Feb
15
The Nap Warden
by Leslie

if you can get past the cat
defender of sleep
Feb
14
I tried my very best to give my girls more love than candy for Valentine’s Day, but it didn’t stop them from overindulging. Grandma gave them each a four-pack of ring pops. I gave them each a marshmallow lollipop. And that was the extent of the candy.
But here they are at 7 a.m.

Julia is double fisting ring pops and Lucy is showing off her unwound marshmallow rope that she carried and nibbled until it fused her hands together, along with an assortment of hair, lint and dirt, perhaps even a fly.
Julia called it the best day ever, which she recanted at 9:36 p.m. when she was made to GO TO BED FOR THE LOVE OF CANDY! By 10:01 p.m., it was renamed the worst day ever, which wasn’t far from the truth for me.
My blog was spammed early this morning, which isn’t a HUGE deal. I mean, it’s annoying and stupid and a waste of time. But no one has died from it. Yet. It happens now and then - some worthless jacknut with no moral values replaces my header with junk links. It’s happened often enough that I know how to fix it, but infrequently enough that I have to stir up my thinker to remember how to do it. And while I was poking around, trying to remember where that thing was I needed to click, I restored my database and lost everything I’d posted here since January 15th. INCLUDING YOUR COMMENTS. Your lovely, beautiful, and fabulous comments.
At least I still have those in my e-mail.
I called my web host for help restoring my posts, but they said what I did couldn’t be undone which I didn’t really believe so I sobbed and cried and begged until I was put on hold while the man went to “see what we can do.” Basically, what they could do was advise me to back my stuff up more often and have a great day.
Thankfully, God and some people invented Bloglines who had my posts sitting in a cache and I was able to repost them. This took a LONG, LONG TIME, however. And when I was done, I was rewarded with two break-up e-mails from subscribers who didn’t want to hear from me anymore. Apparently 33 republished posts was the limit on how much of me they can take in their inbox. Sorry, dudes. Of couse, you don’t know I’m sorry because you don’t want to read what I write anymore. I still love you, though. You’ll just never know it.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone that’s left. Back up your files.
Feb
12

highly customizable.
simple. delicious.
Feb
10

but I was denied now that
Julia knows how
*They’re reading The Gas We Pass: The Story of Farts (My Body Science)
Feb
9
Rain On The Scarecrow, Snow On The Cow
by Leslie

but the cows don’t seem to mind
it is feeding time
Feb
6
The Big Snow Storm
by Leslie



Feb
2
Three’s A Crowd?
by Leslie

on his back for one more kid?
Well, there better be.
Feb
2
She’s Gonna Love Godzilla
by Leslie
This is what happens every Tuesday at lunch.
Me: “Lucy, would you like to go to Story Time?”
Lucy: “NO!”
Me: “You don’t want to go to Story Time at the library?”
Lucy: “NO!”
Me: “Are you sure? We’ll read books! And do a craft! And HAVE A SNACK! Lane will be there!”
Lucy: (quietly contemplates the cheesy macaroni noodle on the end of her fork)
Me: “Let’s go to Story Time at the library after lunch.” I say this with much authority and decisiveness.
Lucy: “NO!”
Me: “Do you want to go see the iguana?”
Lucy: (goes and gets her coat and hands it to me) “Help me? See iguana? LET’S GO!”

The library’s pet iguana is Lucy’s favorite thing about the library. She LOVES the iguana.
I tried to get video of her saying “iguana” because it’s pretty much the cutest sound on the planet. But she was busy being a monster -
- which is still pretty cute if you ask me.
Feb
1
My Little Chef
by Leslie

she likes the hands-on approach
and the eating, too
Jan
31
Early In The Morning
by Leslie

chatting, laughing, sharing bites
so what if he’s stuffed?














