Keiglets
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
-
The Magic’s in the Music . . . .
(Photo disclaimer – another photo that has very little to do with the post. But it’s Piper and that little unnecssary, but adorable, ponytail. Well, calling that sprig a “ponytail” is a stretch, I know!) When Bergen Hawkeye was a baby I finally had a good idea to help him differentiate between day time naps and night time sleep. Mosely was dependent on a blanket and that was really a bad idea because blankets can be lost (she has lost two) and blankets can be forgotten on road trips. And lost blankets add up to sleepless nights for Mosely and everyone else within earshot. So with Bergen I wanted to…
-
Cannon ball!
Lately, when Bergen takes a dive onto our big red slacker sack in the living room, he shouts, “COTTON BALL!” (The image of the splash a cottonball would make into a pool of water never fails to amuse me.)
-
This One
I just don’t know if you have seen enough of this kid lately. At dinner Mosely is frequently guilty of bringing her prized blanket to the table. Blankets are not allowed at the Keigley meal table. (Yes, that is a real rule at our house.) Kevin told her to store it somewhere special so she would not misplace it. With great pomp, Mosely arose from the table, carried her blanket across the kitchen and opened the china cabinet. She lovingly placed her blanket on the shelf so she could see it through the glass doors during the entire meal.
-
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…
-
What It All Comes Down To
Why do we say the things we say to children? No wonder they grow up a bit confused and have to find out so much for themselves in the long run anyway. The breakfast table topic this morning was birthdays – whose was next and what that child wanted to do. In our house, that discussion always leads to a discussion involving Chuck E. Cheese’s. (We’ve only dared enter that establishment twice in our children’s lives, but it has unfortunately clearly made a large impression.) As they bantered about the games, the ball pit and the pizza that you can eat while watching a show, London wisely surmised the experience…
-
This is My Day
Everyone was playing happily outside. It was so nice and quiet inside. I should have known better. After all these years and all these kids . . . . I should have known better.
-
I Don’t Understand
Why does this look like so much fun but imagining fifteen-year-old Riley behind the wheel seem so terrifying? (Okay, so I know the reasons why…….but isn’t it a little alarming how few blinks it takes to get from one stage to the next?)
