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Dining Out
We don’t eat out all that often. You can imagine why. (It isn’t the behavior of our children, actually, thank you very much.) It’s the cost, you know. There’s really no way around the truth. There is almost nothing, not even the cheapest of fast food meals, that can be purchased at a restaurant that is actually cheaper than something you can make at home. Not to mention healthier. (Don’t get me started. Don’t even get me started.) Part of the beauty of vacation, however, is not preparing meals. So on our recent Tybee Island vacation, we ate out. A lot. You name it – we probably tried it. The…
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Maybe
So maybe I just didn’t keep up with laundry as well as I should have this week. And so maybe Piper Finnian is wearing the pajamas that she wore last night, because they were conveniently lying beside her bed where I conveniently dropped them (I mean wisely placed them) this morning. And so maybe Bergen just went to bed wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. And maybe Mosely went to bed wearing Bergen’s Batman underoos, Bergen’s almost-too-small-for-her running pants and Bergen’s little boy white undershirt. And so maybe London is sporting a more classic pair of Bergen’s underwear – the whitey-tighties. Maybe tomorrow I’ll do some laundry. Or maybe not.…
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Through Little Mister’s Eyes
Everything is an adventure to Bergen Hawkeye. Every piece of furniture provides a leaping off point. Every line painted on the pavement is a jumping challenge. Anything higher than his knee is an opportunity to test his swinging strength. Hopping out of the car is a contact sport. He doesn’t just look over the edge of a counter – he scales the counter first to see what experience lies on the other side. For Bergen, all movement must be forward. Every obstacle can, and should, be climbed. Time is on his side. Deadlines matter not at all to him. You need to be on time for an appointment? What does…
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Whose Idea Was This?
Potty Training. It’s really a funnier topic than we think. Who thought up the idea of that little plastic miniature toilet-thing that is designed to sit in your bathroom to entice your child to defecate into it? At the beginning of our potty training experience we purchased one of those fabricated devices because it seemed as if that was the choice everyone should make. We didn’t think through the purchase thoroughly, I guess. We set it up in the bathroom and London did what we asked – she deposited her poop and pee inside the plastic enclosure. And that’s when it dawned on me. So now what? There is no…
