Last June a stranger looked at my child and said to me, "What is wrong with her knee?"
I was surprised because as far as I knew nothing was wrong with her knee. But as I looked I could see there was something odd. Her knee looked fine from the front but behind her knee was a swelling. A largish protrudence. We immediately saught medical advice and it was diagnosed via ultrasound and xray as a Baker's Cyst.
We saw a rheumatologist at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia who tried to treat it the conventional way- we had 2 cortizone injections which should have shrunk the lump. They didnt.
The upshot is the lump is now bigger than ever!
Imagine your knee. Imagine a grapefruit under the skin behind your knee.
Brenna is a tiny girl. 29 pounds. so in all actuality its a ping pong ball sized lump.
its huge
unsightly
offensive
foreign.
We saw an orthopedist yesterday and he said its the Largest He Has Ever Seen. He is reluctant to do surgery but will consider it if we request it. his concern with surgery is that it will re-occur. I asked if he couldn't just drain it. He said it would fill back up. It should go away. Some day.
We can't do it. We can not put her through surgery for something that isnt hurting her. If it gets any bigger it may start to pester her and bother her. Recently she has begun to comment on it. But we are not convinced it is painful. She is so full of life.
But I want it off of her. I want it off her in the same way that 3 years ago I wanted her out of me. Desperately.
Incidentally, this same child has no finger tips on her left hand. Bone that should have formed never did. her 4 fingers are all very short and I call them her little fingers. the dr asked about her short fingers yesterday. She showed him her right hand pinky finger. I thought that was adorable.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Getting some static
When I was little- maybe 3 or 4 years old- I remember running down the stairs in a panic and sobbing to my mom and dad that my bed was on fire.
It was static electricity making sparks as I moved under the covers. Ever since then I have had a minor fascination with static and I do enjoy the light show, too.
Last night Bee was wearing her polyester American Girl Bitty Baby nightie (which is really really nice for polyester) and we had some splendid static in bed with the flannel sheets. I pointed it out. I was really pretty excited to do so. I figured at 3 she was just the right age to be as enthralled as I was as a child.
"Hmmm," she said disapprovingly, "Maybe you can wash it out."
It was static electricity making sparks as I moved under the covers. Ever since then I have had a minor fascination with static and I do enjoy the light show, too.
Last night Bee was wearing her polyester American Girl Bitty Baby nightie (which is really really nice for polyester) and we had some splendid static in bed with the flannel sheets. I pointed it out. I was really pretty excited to do so. I figured at 3 she was just the right age to be as enthralled as I was as a child.
"Hmmm," she said disapprovingly, "Maybe you can wash it out."
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
oh, i forgot
I am really neither efficient nor clever and I am not sure whether this is key but here are the meme rules in case someone actually does come here and needs them.
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
3. Post the rules on your blog.
4. Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself.
5. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post.
6. Include links to their blogs.
7. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
3. Post the rules on your blog.
4. Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself.
5. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post.
6. Include links to their blogs.
7. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Meme
I dont even know how to say that. meee meee? may may? mem? In our house the word Meme means "grandma" and it refers specifically to my mother in law. We say "meh-may." Its apparently a french canadian thing. You wouldn't understand. Neither do I.
1. Link to the person who tagged you. My good frond Fern at http://candleatbothends.blogspot.com/ tagged me. That joke amuses no one but me and I am ok with that because after 5 years it still makes me giggle.
2. Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours. Do I really want people to read this cack?
3. Post the rules on your blog. Easy enough. I did have to do a hard return after the c&p. I just learned what hard return means.
4. Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself. Gonna have to go weird. I did once see the Canadian PM at close range and my kids have swam with Willard Scott (some swim with dolphins, we swim with celebrities) but other than that I don't have any exciting affiliations.
So. Weird stuff.
A. When I was 5 or 6 I decided onion skin would make me very strong and give me super human gymnastic abilities. I consumed whatever pieces I could get my hands on when mom wasn't looking. I performed my feats of grace and strength at the top of the stairs, clutching the two railings and swinging out into open space. We had a slate floor at the bottom of the stairs. Clearly the onion skin didn't do much for brain power.
B. I took the SAT every year from 7th grade to 12th grade. My parents thought it would be interesting to track my scores. They stopped going up significantly in 10th grade. I'm not sure what that says about high school.
C. In 10 (almost 11) years of marriage we have lived in 10 different homes in 5 different cities in 3 different states. I am not sure that sort of moving around is weird anymore But as a child I lived in only 2 different cities in 5 houses- 4 of which were after I turned 12.
D. I have never broken a bone.
E. My current snack food obsession is olives and cream cheese. I started liking olives a few years ago. Before that I hated them. As a small girl i told my mom I'd like them when I grew up. So I know now that I must finally be grown up. Only I am pretty sure grown ups don't smoosh up a bowl of cream cheese and olives and eat it right off the back of the smooshing up implement.
F. I talk to myself incessantly and I always have. Babies are great because they help disguise this trait. Children are significantly less useful because they answer and distract me from my inner monolgue.
G. The biggest excitement in my life right now is the news that the Tide 2x concentrated liquid should be hitting store shelves this month in my area. I am so unbelievably lazy that I switched to ALL last year because it comes in small lightweight easy to pick up and pour bottles. I am not very strong but I am pretty cheap so I always used to buy the largest bottle of tide on the shelf. I got so tired of hefting that enormous vat of detergent and life was so hard last year (thanks to living in the Pits of NJ) that I eliminated super sized laundry bottles from my life. Some people would have chosen to cut stress by putting their kids in school or streamlining their homes or delegating chores. I am too lazy to do any of that. So I just started buying small bottles of laundry soap. Tide works better and I like the smell of the one with the laundry line picture. clean breeze? Can't wait.
5. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post. This is somewhat problematic. I only read the best blogs. high profile ones. They probably do not have time for this sort of thing. :( Plus then they might read mine and won't that be embarassing? (for me)
6. Include links to their blogs. sigh
7. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. waaaaah
Alrighty.
so first I will tag Going Jesus http://www.goingjesus.com/ even tho she hardly ever has time to blog now because the cuteness is paralyzing over there.
how about Mental Tessarae? http://mentaltesserae.blogspot.com/ her blog shuts my browser down a lot. Which is unfortunate because its good. I shouldnt probably blame her blog but I am too stupid to know what really shuts the browser. Probably MSN hates me.
this is my favorite blog http://www.notesfromthetrenches.com/
That is 3. I was supposed to post 7, right? I am an underachiever. A quitter. First I dropped out of college, now I can't even follow the blog world rules. Sad.
1. Link to the person who tagged you. My good frond Fern at http://candleatbothends.blogspot.com/ tagged me. That joke amuses no one but me and I am ok with that because after 5 years it still makes me giggle.
2. Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours. Do I really want people to read this cack?
3. Post the rules on your blog. Easy enough. I did have to do a hard return after the c&p. I just learned what hard return means.
4. Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself. Gonna have to go weird. I did once see the Canadian PM at close range and my kids have swam with Willard Scott (some swim with dolphins, we swim with celebrities) but other than that I don't have any exciting affiliations.
So. Weird stuff.
A. When I was 5 or 6 I decided onion skin would make me very strong and give me super human gymnastic abilities. I consumed whatever pieces I could get my hands on when mom wasn't looking. I performed my feats of grace and strength at the top of the stairs, clutching the two railings and swinging out into open space. We had a slate floor at the bottom of the stairs. Clearly the onion skin didn't do much for brain power.
B. I took the SAT every year from 7th grade to 12th grade. My parents thought it would be interesting to track my scores. They stopped going up significantly in 10th grade. I'm not sure what that says about high school.
C. In 10 (almost 11) years of marriage we have lived in 10 different homes in 5 different cities in 3 different states. I am not sure that sort of moving around is weird anymore But as a child I lived in only 2 different cities in 5 houses- 4 of which were after I turned 12.
D. I have never broken a bone.
E. My current snack food obsession is olives and cream cheese. I started liking olives a few years ago. Before that I hated them. As a small girl i told my mom I'd like them when I grew up. So I know now that I must finally be grown up. Only I am pretty sure grown ups don't smoosh up a bowl of cream cheese and olives and eat it right off the back of the smooshing up implement.
F. I talk to myself incessantly and I always have. Babies are great because they help disguise this trait. Children are significantly less useful because they answer and distract me from my inner monolgue.
G. The biggest excitement in my life right now is the news that the Tide 2x concentrated liquid should be hitting store shelves this month in my area. I am so unbelievably lazy that I switched to ALL last year because it comes in small lightweight easy to pick up and pour bottles. I am not very strong but I am pretty cheap so I always used to buy the largest bottle of tide on the shelf. I got so tired of hefting that enormous vat of detergent and life was so hard last year (thanks to living in the Pits of NJ) that I eliminated super sized laundry bottles from my life. Some people would have chosen to cut stress by putting their kids in school or streamlining their homes or delegating chores. I am too lazy to do any of that. So I just started buying small bottles of laundry soap. Tide works better and I like the smell of the one with the laundry line picture. clean breeze? Can't wait.
5. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post. This is somewhat problematic. I only read the best blogs. high profile ones. They probably do not have time for this sort of thing. :( Plus then they might read mine and won't that be embarassing? (for me)
6. Include links to their blogs. sigh
7. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. waaaaah
Alrighty.
so first I will tag Going Jesus http://www.goingjesus.com/ even tho she hardly ever has time to blog now because the cuteness is paralyzing over there.
how about Mental Tessarae? http://mentaltesserae.blogspot.com/ her blog shuts my browser down a lot. Which is unfortunate because its good. I shouldnt probably blame her blog but I am too stupid to know what really shuts the browser. Probably MSN hates me.
this is my favorite blog http://www.notesfromthetrenches.com/
That is 3. I was supposed to post 7, right? I am an underachiever. A quitter. First I dropped out of college, now I can't even follow the blog world rules. Sad.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Happy Birthday to me!
We celebrated the usual way- not much. On Saturday night we went out and had what i thought was pretty decent food at a not inexpensive non chain restaurant. The husband was unimpressed and said he felt ill later. Whaaaaatev. I tasted his food and it was lovely. My meal was wonderful. 3 enormous scallops with a lovely basil-wine-cream sauce thing. Yum.
All in all it was a disappointing weekend and a blah birthday. Mansfield Park was on last night on PBS and that was reasonably good. I enjoyed that more than anything else that happened in the weekend.
All in all it was a disappointing weekend and a blah birthday. Mansfield Park was on last night on PBS and that was reasonably good. I enjoyed that more than anything else that happened in the weekend.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Just skip this one if you aren't into history
We just finished reading a book called Behind Rebel Lines for school This was a pretty fascinating account of a female Civil War soldier. Emma Edmonds was one of about 400 women who disguised themselves as men in order to serve in the military during this war. Edmonds successfully spied for the Union and made 11 trips into enemy territory during her 2 year stint as Franklin Thompson. Her charade ended when she became very ill with malaria. Unable to keep her cover in a military hospital, she left her fellow soldiers during the 47 day siege on Vicksburg. Again dressed as a woman, she checked into a hospital in Cairo IL. She was never able to return to her position with Union forces because she was technically AWOL. Interestingly, after the war she published a book about her adventures. Later she petitioned the government for an honorable discharge and was successful. She even claimed a pension of $12 a month! She is buried in a section of a Texas cemetary reserved for military personnel.
Read more about Emma Edmonds and her service to the country.
http://www.amazon.com/Behind-Rebel-Lines-Incredible-Episodes/dp/0152004246
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Edmonds
Read more about Emma Edmonds and her service to the country.
http://www.amazon.com/Behind-Rebel-Lines-Incredible-Episodes/dp/0152004246
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Edmonds
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The S.C. Democrapic Debate
Watching that was like being trapped in the car with my 3 petulant children on a 12 hour car journey from NJ to IN. Only the bickering and squabbling were significantly worse in the debate.
The only one of those people who appeared presidential last night was Edwards. I have to admit he is my preferred candidate anyway, but in last night's little brawl he did manage to stay above the fray.
It's too bad that Hilary and Obama feel the need to torpedo each other on non issues like who did 5 hours of work on some slum lord case or who was on the board of Wal-mart. It makes them both look petty and weak. As usual the democraps don't need to wait for the republican party to defeat them. They do it themselves handily enough well before the election even starts.
It's especially disturbing in such a year as this when this country is at a real turning point.
The only thing more depressing than those two babies wacking each other with their toys is the idea of a McCain/ Huckabee ticket. There's a ticket that could possibly bridge the republican rift and woo McCain's moderate fans away from whomever the democrats run.
The only one of those people who appeared presidential last night was Edwards. I have to admit he is my preferred candidate anyway, but in last night's little brawl he did manage to stay above the fray.
It's too bad that Hilary and Obama feel the need to torpedo each other on non issues like who did 5 hours of work on some slum lord case or who was on the board of Wal-mart. It makes them both look petty and weak. As usual the democraps don't need to wait for the republican party to defeat them. They do it themselves handily enough well before the election even starts.
It's especially disturbing in such a year as this when this country is at a real turning point.
The only thing more depressing than those two babies wacking each other with their toys is the idea of a McCain/ Huckabee ticket. There's a ticket that could possibly bridge the republican rift and woo McCain's moderate fans away from whomever the democrats run.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Let's pretend
Let's pretend Bee has a sore throat. Let's pretend that is why she is allowed to have a popsicle for breakfast. I mean it too. A POPSICLE. Not a fruit juice pop. Not a crushed fruit frozen treat. Sugar and water and food coloring.
Its because she has a sore throat.
Its because she has a sore throat.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Some might think NOT blogging for a year would mean something
You know, something like "You were not meant to be a blogger, Sarah!"
But I recently took an online personality test which assured me I had a chnace of having narcissistic personality disorder and if that isnt a call to blog, what the heck is?
But I recently took an online personality test which assured me I had a chnace of having narcissistic personality disorder and if that isnt a call to blog, what the heck is?
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Christmas Shopping- Thank You, Jesus (and Al Gore) for the Internets
Just when I decide I am done, I decide I am not done.
Like on Sunday when I decided my 2 year old daughter needed TMX Tickle Me Elmo.
Or yesterday when I decided my 9 year old needs Pirates of the Caribbean 2.
Only that middle child really has everything he NEEDs.
as if.
Needs, my hat.
Like anyone needs all the crap we all procure for our kids at Christmas time. WHY? WHY do I do this every year. Looking back at my own (reasonably happy) childhood, not one present on Christmas morning stands out among the others. Ok, not true. The Christmas I was 17 my parents gave me a Toyota corolla portfolio and eventually I did get a car to drive. That worked out well for all of us, as I was expected to take my brother to school and practices and etc from then on (which is as it should be. I am not complaining.)
But the kid presents? The MUST HAVE dolls and games and things? I dont really recall a single one.
So this Christmas, its all books and books on tape and that video for my herd, with one exception: weaponry. Because no boy's christmas dreams are complete unless he has something with which to shoot his eye out.* So. Nerf guns and marshmallow shooters for everyone. To minimize the risk of actual eye damage.
*My friend's 3 year old actually did lose his eye. He fell on a glass topped table. It was Not Fun for many many weeks. There is now a prosthetic eye. Imagine trusting your three year old with a very expensive oversized marble. Imagine how you would feel when you heard from the back seat "Uh Oh! I Lost it." Imagine your three year old taking his eye out at pre-school for the amusement of his friends. Oh yes. Parenting is beyond our wildest dreams, isnt it?
Like on Sunday when I decided my 2 year old daughter needed TMX Tickle Me Elmo.
Or yesterday when I decided my 9 year old needs Pirates of the Caribbean 2.
Only that middle child really has everything he NEEDs.
as if.
Needs, my hat.
Like anyone needs all the crap we all procure for our kids at Christmas time. WHY? WHY do I do this every year. Looking back at my own (reasonably happy) childhood, not one present on Christmas morning stands out among the others. Ok, not true. The Christmas I was 17 my parents gave me a Toyota corolla portfolio and eventually I did get a car to drive. That worked out well for all of us, as I was expected to take my brother to school and practices and etc from then on (which is as it should be. I am not complaining.)
But the kid presents? The MUST HAVE dolls and games and things? I dont really recall a single one.
So this Christmas, its all books and books on tape and that video for my herd, with one exception: weaponry. Because no boy's christmas dreams are complete unless he has something with which to shoot his eye out.* So. Nerf guns and marshmallow shooters for everyone. To minimize the risk of actual eye damage.
*My friend's 3 year old actually did lose his eye. He fell on a glass topped table. It was Not Fun for many many weeks. There is now a prosthetic eye. Imagine trusting your three year old with a very expensive oversized marble. Imagine how you would feel when you heard from the back seat "Uh Oh! I Lost it." Imagine your three year old taking his eye out at pre-school for the amusement of his friends. Oh yes. Parenting is beyond our wildest dreams, isnt it?
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Goodbye Thanksgiving, Hello Advent!
November got away from me.
Between an impromtu trip to Virginia to see my brother and a planned trip to Massachusetts for the holiday, nothing much got accomplished this past month. Don't scoff if that sounds like nothing. Packing and unpacking for 5 people is never easy. The sheer volume of laundry this family generates is enough to make me quake. Laundry will be a constant theme for my blog. I know, I know. We all have laundry. But my kids have a penchant for dress up that means we are buried under layers of odious fake laundry. Not familiar with fake laundry? Danielle Bean is. My husband turned 32 in November, and we made him a great cake called a breakfast skillet cake. Go google man cake and you'll find a picture online. It was cake made to look like 2 fried eggs and 2 sausage patties. Served in a cast iron skillet, it was a manly cake indeed.
We read what we were supposed to read, and are actually ahead in that aspect, so that is something, right? The boys tolerated [u]The Witch of Blackbird Pond[/u] fairly well, though it was not a favorite. They tolerated it only because they were trapped in the car on a 6 hour trip home from Massachusetts and they had no choice. If nothing else, I still control the car radio. (Insert maniacal laughter here.) We are not too far behind in our history reading either. But I am afraid that the workbooks and other Sonlight assignments were just not done. I take heart, knowing that the public school kids barely attended this November, thanks to half days, and Veteran's Day and election day and a teaching convention (wouldn't it be better to schedule a teachers convention in the summer?)
At any rate, the thing is, I need more time. I need an advent for Advent. Because I want to make this season memorable and cool for the kids. The problem is I am short on creativity and energy. We have plans for St Nicholas Day, which include new Christmas jammies for all three children as well as a wonderful Christmas CD from Classical Kids. I have a budding idea regarding cookies and candies- I believe I will ask each child to name their favorite treat and then make it with them- perhaps we'll even make it late at night when Daddy is here to distract the smallest helper. Of course, we have mass weekly and a party to attend for Sunday School, and chocolate Advent Calendars. We also have to find the advent wreath we made last year and see if our candles survived our midsummer move from Indiana. We have to select and cut a tree, hang some garland, and curse our tree stand (that we leave strictly up to Dad.) We have to decorate the house and get ready for visitors through out the month of December. And we need to find a decent chinese restaurant so that we can carry on the fine family tradition of ordering out on Christmas eve. (My inlaws started this years ago and I honestly think its one of the funniest traditions ever and I will never give it up.)
Maybe I ought to go do some of these things rather than blog about them. Then I wouldn't need the advent for Advent.
Also, the 2 year old can say the word idiot very clearly now. Isn't that heartwarming.
Between an impromtu trip to Virginia to see my brother and a planned trip to Massachusetts for the holiday, nothing much got accomplished this past month. Don't scoff if that sounds like nothing. Packing and unpacking for 5 people is never easy. The sheer volume of laundry this family generates is enough to make me quake. Laundry will be a constant theme for my blog. I know, I know. We all have laundry. But my kids have a penchant for dress up that means we are buried under layers of odious fake laundry. Not familiar with fake laundry? Danielle Bean is. My husband turned 32 in November, and we made him a great cake called a breakfast skillet cake. Go google man cake and you'll find a picture online. It was cake made to look like 2 fried eggs and 2 sausage patties. Served in a cast iron skillet, it was a manly cake indeed.
We read what we were supposed to read, and are actually ahead in that aspect, so that is something, right? The boys tolerated [u]The Witch of Blackbird Pond[/u] fairly well, though it was not a favorite. They tolerated it only because they were trapped in the car on a 6 hour trip home from Massachusetts and they had no choice. If nothing else, I still control the car radio. (Insert maniacal laughter here.) We are not too far behind in our history reading either. But I am afraid that the workbooks and other Sonlight assignments were just not done. I take heart, knowing that the public school kids barely attended this November, thanks to half days, and Veteran's Day and election day and a teaching convention (wouldn't it be better to schedule a teachers convention in the summer?)
At any rate, the thing is, I need more time. I need an advent for Advent. Because I want to make this season memorable and cool for the kids. The problem is I am short on creativity and energy. We have plans for St Nicholas Day, which include new Christmas jammies for all three children as well as a wonderful Christmas CD from Classical Kids. I have a budding idea regarding cookies and candies- I believe I will ask each child to name their favorite treat and then make it with them- perhaps we'll even make it late at night when Daddy is here to distract the smallest helper. Of course, we have mass weekly and a party to attend for Sunday School, and chocolate Advent Calendars. We also have to find the advent wreath we made last year and see if our candles survived our midsummer move from Indiana. We have to select and cut a tree, hang some garland, and curse our tree stand (that we leave strictly up to Dad.) We have to decorate the house and get ready for visitors through out the month of December. And we need to find a decent chinese restaurant so that we can carry on the fine family tradition of ordering out on Christmas eve. (My inlaws started this years ago and I honestly think its one of the funniest traditions ever and I will never give it up.)
Maybe I ought to go do some of these things rather than blog about them. Then I wouldn't need the advent for Advent.
Also, the 2 year old can say the word idiot very clearly now. Isn't that heartwarming.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Parenting advice
Situation: kids acting crazy (yelling, fighting, and stomping) and waking up their sister
Solution: it is in your best interest to act swiftly and get REALLY MAD. Put both boys in the corner (or failing the availability of quality corners, just stand them near the wall for 10 minutes or so) Then (here's the good part) tell them that they must clear the whole house of all their dirty socks and jeans and cast off sweatshirts and do the laundry THEMSELVES (because you are TOO TIRED from their AWFUL BEHAVIOR. )
Why this works: 1. they are scared not to MOVE MOVE MOVE because Mom is clearly inches away from total lunacy, as evidenced by the fact that she actually used the timer for the corner standing (ok, I don't even have a tidy corner, wallstanding.) 2. they feel badly because they KNOW they are the cause of aforementioned lunacy.
I shouldn't give parenting advice because if I were such a Good Mother I wouldn't even have the laundry problem. Nor would my children scream at one another. Who taught them the word "idiot" anyway? I hate that person.
I think it was me.
Bonus feature of the old fashioned corner excercise- the little sister gets to practice her nurturing and strengthen her bond with her brothers by continually telling them how sorry she is and rubbing their backs as they stand in the corner. Sowwy. Sowwy Ahhh. Sowwy Dadu. Sowwy.
Situation: kids acting crazy (yelling, fighting, and stomping) and waking up their sister
Solution: it is in your best interest to act swiftly and get REALLY MAD. Put both boys in the corner (or failing the availability of quality corners, just stand them near the wall for 10 minutes or so) Then (here's the good part) tell them that they must clear the whole house of all their dirty socks and jeans and cast off sweatshirts and do the laundry THEMSELVES (because you are TOO TIRED from their AWFUL BEHAVIOR. )
Why this works: 1. they are scared not to MOVE MOVE MOVE because Mom is clearly inches away from total lunacy, as evidenced by the fact that she actually used the timer for the corner standing (ok, I don't even have a tidy corner, wallstanding.) 2. they feel badly because they KNOW they are the cause of aforementioned lunacy.
I shouldn't give parenting advice because if I were such a Good Mother I wouldn't even have the laundry problem. Nor would my children scream at one another. Who taught them the word "idiot" anyway? I hate that person.
I think it was me.
Bonus feature of the old fashioned corner excercise- the little sister gets to practice her nurturing and strengthen her bond with her brothers by continually telling them how sorry she is and rubbing their backs as they stand in the corner. Sowwy. Sowwy Ahhh. Sowwy Dadu. Sowwy.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Well. I never had a blog before. or a blahg. This might be a blahg, I am afraid. I never understood why anyone ever thought other people would want to read the things they write about their mundane little lives until I started reading some (really quite brilliant) blogs. I am not so confident that my attempt to chronicle my daily life will be anywhere near as exciting as my most favorite blogs, but it certainly will give me an outlet to say unto the world at large WHERE THE FRESH HELL ARE THE NICE PEOPLE IN NEW JERSEY? I have 2 friends from my online career who live here. Both are lovely. Both work full time. If you stay at home and homeschool without "benefit" being a conservative evangelical christian in this state you are apparently anathema.
homeschool craft du jour: make and display freak flag
homeschool craft du jour: make and display freak flag
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