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Blame Kevin
Need more proof that the Keigley children have been allowed to watch too much television? Then I submit this little number. Bergen watched London spread strawberry jam on her bagel. He said, “That looks like ballistics gel.”
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I’m Sorry
After a kid infraction of most any variety, we require an apology from the offender. (A real apology. Not a mumbled-under-your-breath-just-because-Mommy-made-me-do-this sort of apology.) Someone is always apologizing for something at our house. Recently, after one such incident, followed by a mostly sincerely apology, the offended party refused to be consoled. “‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t change anything!” the still wounded child…
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The Sniffing Habit
Bergen has a sniffing problem. Seriously. He sniffs you if he likes you. (I have no reason to make this up.) I get sniffed pretty often. Usually routine, run of the mill type sniffing. My hands. My arms. When we are cuddling – my neck. Sometimes my hair. Just sniffing of the normal variety. Kevin – now that guys gets…
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In the Heart of the Country
We may not live on a farm any longer, but we sure can play as if we do. Kevin recently crafted a clever and warm winter abode for our three dogs. He made it out of hay and it serves its purpose of dog shelter while being amazingly eco-friendly. (What a guy!) And the kids think it’s real cool too.…
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How did you do?
If you guessed the kid with the least self-control was Piper Finnian ….. then you win! High fives all around.
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Lunch Lesson
This was yesterday’s lunch for my children. I like to call it . . . self-control on a plate. Sometimes I like to place the kids’ dessert on the same plate with their food, a la Look Up Lodge cafeteria dining style. The rule governing desserts in our house, and probably in every house with young children, is basic. Eat…
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Super Walter
I live in a funny house. With funny people. Mostly under four feet tall, funny people. I put Piper Finn down for her nap today and noticed a sippee cup in her bed. Inquiring from whence said sippee cup appeared, Piper informed me, “Walter gave me sippee cup.” That was plausible, since Walter was one of the co-babysitters last night…
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So Every Day
Life is so . . . full. Full of the type of moments that make this blog. Full of the moments when I reach for the camera to capture that funny face. Full of the times when I say to one of my children, “Say that again for Daddy” and record their quirky words on my fun phone and send…
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A Letter
Dear Lady in the Red Sweater, I like you. I noticed you at church tonight. You lifted your arms high into the air while we sang. You stood up and praised God publicly in the way I only do in my mind. And when we were all sitting down for one song, you couldn’t help yourself. You stood back up.…
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O Boy!
And he’s up . . . belly off the ground legs pumping into a genuine crawl. Plus . . . Wilder has discovered how to stand up in his crib but he doesn’t know how to get back down. O boy!
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Thanks, Piper
Not too many days ago I was instructing my determined (read: stubborn) youngest daughter. She did not care for my instructions. I don’t actually remember what I was asking the spirited (read: strong willed) two year old to do or to stop doing, but I do distinctly remember her response. Piper Finnian said, “I don’t like you.” And she spoke…
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If
Sometimes I wish I was crazy rich. I mean crazy rich. As in, way too much money to know what to do with. As in, yes, I gave loads of money to orphanages, fed the inhabitants of a third world country for the remainder of all time, tithed more than ten percent, wiped out every living relative’s debt loads, prepaid…
