"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."

For the birds

I took the advice of the Headmistress over at The Common Room and started brushing the crumbs from Satchmo’s high chair onto our front walk. It took them a day to find the bounty. I even had a male cardinal inches from my face, in my kitchen window! (click the pictures to see their fact [...]

Protected: Valentines

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Flowers in my windowsill

Protected: Not feelin’ the love

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Just ask

Bug always wants to put her clothes on by herself, and she usually has no problems. But occasionally, after a few tries, she has trouble. Cue the squeals, whines, foot-stomping and flopping to the floor. This production will last twenty minutes if I don’t pay any attention. Twenty solid minutes of struggling, crying, fussing, and [...]

Playdoh assuages broken hearts

We were supposed to have a play-date/cooking-date today, with one of my best friends, Jeane, and the little girl she nannies, Annie. Every time we have tried to schedule this particular date, one of the four children involved has gotten sick. So I wasn’t too surprised to get the phone call this morning that Annie [...]

Vanilla Chai

This takes me back to my sophomore year of college, when my best friend and I discovered a vanilla chai tea mix that we just loved, but was way too pricey for our limited budget. It was a rare treat. And it never occurred to us at the time to try to make it ourselves. [...]

A compliment?

Eli had dropped me at the library to run in to get some books. I was in and out in fifteen minutes, and as I waited at the curb for him to return, a young man with a backpack came to stand next to me. “Waiting for your ride?” “Yup.” “Me too.” Awkward silence. The [...]

BlogaLax

Sorry about the frequent poo posts lately, but really, what can you expect from a mom of three in diapers? Today I was sharing with a friend that blogging has been nice for me, because I find writing cathartic. She asked what “cathartic” meant. So I looked it up on an online dictionary: ca·thar·tic (k-thärtk) [...]

“The plumage don’t enter into it!”

You have to have seen this Monty Python sketch to understand the parallels I’m about to make between a dead parrot and the sanctity of marriage. My mom’s claim that God is okay with her divorce and planned remarriage is as ridiculous as Michael Palin claiming that the parrot is just sleeping.