I woke up at 4:00 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep.  Since this is the end of my fourth pregnancy, I at least know that’s a very normal thing for me.  By 5:30 I was absolutely starving in the worst way, so I went downstairs and ate two peanut…

They loved it.  They wasted a lot of water.  They didn’t realize that sand would seriously inhibit the new spray nozzle for the garden hose, which now turns with great difficulty.  But at least it still turns.

It was a toasty afternoon, and in the middle of it I decided that I would just finish this half-done quilt for the baby since it meant that I would get to be in the cool basement parked on a chair for a bit.  I really wasn’t in the mood…

I know, I know, you’re starting to think we just live at the beach this summer.  The thing is, though, there is no place better for swollen, pregnant feet on a hot day than dangling from a rock into the ice cold water of Lake Superior.  Everyone always seems so…

In the very middle of last night I vividly dreamed that I had given birth to a carton of 18 eggs.  Four eggs hatched and turned into medium sized geese.  The rest of the eggs all held pieces of mismatched silverware. Although I was happy to have a few extra…

There’s been a lot of gnashing and clanking going on as the sun sets in the evening.  I have been solemnly informed that these swords are Japanese swords, and there is some kind of protocol to how they are supposed to clash together.  That protocol is interrupted, however, by bouts…

1.  Ya Ya is away at horse camp with Auntie Dot and Grandma Kathy, and the other two kidlets have been so ridiculously good I barely recognize my own children. 2.  Last Saturday we were hiking in Lester Park and several college-age guys were jumping off a cliff 50-60 feet…

They played and played on the tire swing at Lester Park until finally Mr. Sneaky Pants turned pale and sick, his eyes rolling around slightly in their sockets.  We decided to call it a day and drive home. Mr. SP:  (moaning)  Ooooooooooooohhhhhh.  I feel so sick. The Banana:  (In an…

Sunday was Ya Ya’s half birthday.  A few days earlier I asked her how she’d like to celebrate.  She replied that she really wanted to have brunch at one of our favorite restaurants, Sara’s Table (the other kidlets are very jealous that she has a local restaurant named after her),…

After breakfast most mornings I read out loud to Mr. SP and The Banana.  We all snuggle together on the futon.  The other day The Banana went off with Dr. Peds to take Ya Ya to art camp, and Mr. Sneaky Pants and I stayed home. Me:  (sitting on the…