File this under Random Weird Absolutely Unsolicited Confessions. Bergen: ”Mom. One day this summer when we were at the pool we all took turns eating London’s skin.” Me: ”Which part of her skin?” Bergen: ”Her toes.” Me: ”Why?” Bergen: ”Because London said it was like gum.” Me: ”Did it taste like gum?” Bergen: ”No. It [...]
Sometime in the less-than-distant past, this event occurred at our home. It was bed time. Some friends were over. Bergen wanted Nate to fly him to bed like a superhero. (Because Nate can do that, you know.) But Nate was busy. So Bergen began to wait. Impatiently. He cried out Nate’s name. Loudly. Repetitively. Nate [...]
There are a lot of things I love about where we live. You know. Pisgah’s beautiful forest. My sort-of-because-my-cousin-Sherry-once-explained-it-to-me relative Carl Sandburg’s house. Hendersonville. (What can I say? Its streets likes my feets!) Downtown Greenville. The vast and varied assortment of fellow homeschoolers. Incredible local theatre in every direction. Target is so much closer here [...]
Over the course of today I had the following series of conversations with my son Bergen. (He’s five, you know.) At The Breakfast Table. We sang a song we like to sing every morning after we eat breakfast. (It’s a song I was reminded of many months ago by my sweet friend Rachael.) And it’s [...]
If you take your six children to a free outdoor theatrical performance of Shakespeare’s MerryWives of Windsor and you realize that although the kids are behaving splendidly, the story line is just not moving along on their level. And it is really hot. And you realize that you actually wish you were sitting somewhere else [...]
Things I Have Done In The Name Of Love . . . Walked through Goodwill as it was closing (and the employees were announcing approaching closing time over and over) while searching for the new orca whale owned and then lost by one young Bergen Hawkeye Norton. (Yes, that orca whale. He’s had a hard [...]
I like this house best when it is laughing. And I cannot seem to escape the fact that I live with seven funny people. And I think you might laugh at this little tale as well. One sunny afternoon in our very recent past we set out to battle the heat with two plastic pools. [...]
Yesterday was a normal day. I have a lot of those. I’ll just go ahead and highlight three examples of events or conversations that contributed to the normalness of the day. Just three, mind you. Three examples of normal. (Except maybe I am not entirely sure what normal means anymore. That’s possible. Indeed – probable.) [...]
This is Hawkeye. He needed a haircut. And I had this idea. His name is Hawke, after all, right? The idea actually took several weeks of convincing. Finally, this weekend, somewhat out of the blue, an announcement is made by Hawkeye. “I’m ready for a mohawk now Mommy.” Okay. Okay son. Drop everything. Run to [...]
Because my friend Jane took it with her flashy new Nikon. Because Hawkeye is wearing one of my favorite t-shirts. (You can’t really appreciate it since its view is obstructed, but I know it’s there. It features the band The Who. I picked it up at Target for $2.00. But I like it because Hawkeye [...]
My day is filled (and I mean filled) with requests to “look at this”. Bergen loves to call my attention to important matters. Such as “Mom, I found Sparks (a much-loved, frequently-misplaced-because-he-is-rather-small stuffed puppy that was once Riley’s).” “Hey, Mom – check this out. One scab on my knee is gone and just pink but [...]
Tetherball. Meet Bergen. Bergen. Meet tetherball. I think you guys will enjoy a long and enduring friendship.
You already know a little bit about how Bergen plays soccer. (Or doesn’t.) But Kevin posted about it in an even funnier way. It made me laugh. And I bet you will laugh too. Read it here.