A Few Comments
I've made lots of observations lately. I think I'll write them down here in no particular order...
K's keeping her room clean. T's room is a wreck. I think he's doing it on purpose trying to differentiate himself from his sister. It's very annoying. How do I get him to stop trashing his room?
I am the antithesis of a "soccer mom." I'm glad. I think my kids are better off because of it.
T is probably going to attain his next karate belt rank before K does. I think it'll be an important lesson for her to learn - in the real world rewards must be earned. I'm also dreading the tears when it happens.
I need a summer vacation. I know we decided to do year round schooling, and I'm sticking with the decision; however, I'm going to need a break soon, for at least a few days anyway.
There are little tomatoes, zucchini, jalapenos, and cucumbers in our garden. The eggplant are blooming. The squash and okra are coming along nicely. We've already sampled the radishes and rosemary. Things always taste better when one grows them oneself.
Growing a garden is turning out to be the key to getting R to eat vegetables. He's discovered that he loves radishes, doused in French dressing, of course. I wonder what he'll think when he realizes that eggplants don't produce eggs. He's still expecting to, as he said when we planted them, "grow some eggs, Yum. Yum."
My husband avoids the garden as if it were a toxic waste site until it's time to harvest. Then he won't stay out of it.
My kids, all of them, are just as headstrong as their parents. It sometimes makes parenting them very...um...interesting.
Life around here often gets crazy and disorganized; never-the-less, I find that I'm still very happy despite the chaos.
K's keeping her room clean. T's room is a wreck. I think he's doing it on purpose trying to differentiate himself from his sister. It's very annoying. How do I get him to stop trashing his room?
I am the antithesis of a "soccer mom." I'm glad. I think my kids are better off because of it.
T is probably going to attain his next karate belt rank before K does. I think it'll be an important lesson for her to learn - in the real world rewards must be earned. I'm also dreading the tears when it happens.
I need a summer vacation. I know we decided to do year round schooling, and I'm sticking with the decision; however, I'm going to need a break soon, for at least a few days anyway.
There are little tomatoes, zucchini, jalapenos, and cucumbers in our garden. The eggplant are blooming. The squash and okra are coming along nicely. We've already sampled the radishes and rosemary. Things always taste better when one grows them oneself.
Growing a garden is turning out to be the key to getting R to eat vegetables. He's discovered that he loves radishes, doused in French dressing, of course. I wonder what he'll think when he realizes that eggplants don't produce eggs. He's still expecting to, as he said when we planted them, "grow some eggs, Yum. Yum."
My husband avoids the garden as if it were a toxic waste site until it's time to harvest. Then he won't stay out of it.
My kids, all of them, are just as headstrong as their parents. It sometimes makes parenting them very...um...interesting.
Life around here often gets crazy and disorganized; never-the-less, I find that I'm still very happy despite the chaos.
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