Woes of a Naptime Blogger
I’m a nap-time blogger, which means I cram as much work into my power hour as I possibly can, and when the first rosy-cheeked, disheveled-haired kid walks into the room I close my laptop for the day.
I’m a nap-time blogger, which means I cram as much work into my power hour as I possibly can, and when the first rosy-cheeked, disheveled-haired kid walks into the room I close my laptop for the day.
Just this past week, our baby has gone potty all by herself. Granted, she’s using a plastic imitation from Target (because she is way too short for the original john), but hey, we are one step closer to no diapers. A dream come true…
I sat on the pillows that were laying on the floor and watched Mr. Coppertop as he assembled our new bed frame. Our older two were in the living room while our youngest roamed the house searching for anything that looked remotely interesting.
Before the days of children. Back when we were trying but to no avail. I worked at a local music store where I taught voice and piano. A small town place with rough, hardwood floors, records hanging on the walls, and a constant smell of coffee floating in the air.
We are in the market for a house. It sounds fun, but it’s not. Three simple requirements: livable, within the budget, and in a safe neighborhood. You’d think I was asking for the moon.
I recently started to notice strange behavior in my husband. Nothing major, just little things out of the ordinary that have made me raise my left brow and run a gamut of hypotheses.
My sister-in-law gave me an old, novel for my birthday. (The year 1911 to be exact and a copy from the first print!) Most ordinary girls would probably turn a nose (quite literally) at this musty gift, but it made my nerdy heart swell with joy. I’m trying to take my time and savor each…
While rinsing off the lunch dishes, Jovie said, “Today, my teacher kept asking me to use the magic word…” (long pause) “…Hey Mom, what is the magic word?”
I’m officially one step closer to working myself out of laundry duties…my four-year-old has learned how to fold towels! And not just the one-two-you’re-through method, but the mom’s-amazing-wrinkle-free-four-step-fold. 😉
I sat down on the reclining patio chair to supervise my barefooted cherubs in the backyard. I made a mental note that the sun was very hot and I hoped the garter snakes stay away till we go inside.