For the past few weeks one of the girls has been battling some anxiety about school and has come to the conclusion that it would be best if she didn’t go at all. The battle begins when she won’t get out of bed with claims that she doesn’t feel well, and it escalates as she refuses…
Last week the Preschooler and I were in the car on our way to pick the older two up from school, and I found myself singing along to a catchy echoing song with these lyrics: Oh, I know a chicken (I know a chicken) And she laid an egg (And she laid an egg) Oh,…
For awhile now the girls have been talking about their need for a pet fish. My argument against this has been that we have a pet dog who requires plenty of care and attention. Plus, I’ve just never really taken to fish. It’s not that I don’t like them. I certainly appreciate that they’re generally…
Well, despite a noble attempt involving headlamps, rakes, gloves, ladders, cat food, and even marshmallows… the Spouse has yet to catch any varmints around here. At this very hour, I’m taking a big gamble and having the hole in the garage patched back up in hopes the varmint has since moved on and will not suffocate…