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Napping Partner
On Wednesday I started catching a cold. It started the way colds usually do: a scratchy throat, followed by a drippy nose. By Thursday the drippy nose had turned into a sinus fiesta (which is the part I always hate the most because I feel like my face is going…
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Five Minute Glimpse: After School Snack
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Mess of the Week: The Dreaded Permanent Marker Edition
At our house, permanent markers are practically under lock and key. They have been for years. Unfortunately, the big kids occasionally need to have access to permanent markers for various purposes that are completely justifiable. Monday is one of my biggest and longest teaching days. Dr. Peds was out of…
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They are Blooming!
Strangely enough they smell sort of like a mixture of a strong flower and a rotten potato. I try not to sniff very much while I walk through the dining room.
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What I Learned in January
I learned to hold a cello bow. (Kind of. . . I’m still working on it.) When you are playing your cello, avoid squeezing it’s neck. Cellos are more like kids than you would think. I was reminded how love the atmosphere of school. Going to a university campus for…
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A Classic Conversation
Dr. Peds had just finished giving him some instructions. Dr. Peds: Trust me. I’m a smart guy. Mr. Trouble on Feet: Well, you might be smart, but you’re not AS smart as my TEACHER.
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Spotted Around The House
Because why wouldn’t the cord for the blinds make the perfect toothbrush holder?
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Never Have I Ever
Never have I ever played the tuba. It’s such an interesting instrument, but I’m not sure its an instrument I will ever sit down to actually learn to play. I appreciate tuba players very much, though. Never have I ever held a snake. Nor do I want to. Snakes terrify…
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Running Out the Energy
Saturday afternoon we decided there was a great deal of energy in our house. The weather was nice. We called the neighbors up the hill. They had a lot of energy in their house too, so we decided a forced march through the woods was in order. Forced marches are…
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From the Weekend
I pretty much just love this image: light snow, my firstborn son with an unzipped winter coat and rosy cheeks right before he saw me and stuck out his tongue. I’m always getting him to do things for me, “But you’re my firstborn son! The strong boy I’ve always needed!”…