Kids: "Mom! May we have some quarters to run these machines?"
Me: "The machines run on imagination."
I never said these kinds of things to the firstborn. And I've sworn him to secrecy.
About Us
If you've ever wanted to know the hum drum of our life, served up with a side of snark, you've come to the right place.
There are five of us in this family. At least when I last took count.
If you have nothing better to do, our pictures are below.
But! If you are truly avoiding some kind of mind-numbing task, our stories are to the left.
And if reading this blog turns out to be more interesting than disinfecting the toilets, let us know with a comment--we read every one.
Hope you enjoy our snippets and sagas.
There are five of us in this family. At least when I last took count.
If you have nothing better to do, our pictures are below.
But! If you are truly avoiding some kind of mind-numbing task, our stories are to the left.
And if reading this blog turns out to be more interesting than disinfecting the toilets, let us know with a comment--we read every one.
Hope you enjoy our snippets and sagas.
Meet the Parents
Ma and Pa
Campers (10)
The boy who broke us in.
Ziggy (8)
Our squish squash squeezer.
Suz (6)
The girl who threw open our world.
Blog Archive
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2011
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April
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- Speech Therapy, Round Two
- Go Tell The Rhody Garden The Old Gray Goose Has Ha...
- Percussion Concert
- Imagination Station
- We Came, We Saw, We Arbored
- On The Butte, Where The Sun Does Shine
- Susie's First People
- What Happens When You Have Three Kids
- The Botanicals Are Calling
- Perpetual Motion
- The Green, Green Grass Of Home
- Don't Be Afraid, It's Just The Sun
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