Day 3657

 Home renovations are uncomfortably like If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.

Day 3656

 If you want to immersion blend the time soup, just have family dinner on a Thursday.

Day 3655

When Goblin Girl decides, you better hope her position agrees with yours.

Day 3654

 I know there are lots of candidates, but I put on makeup today and that really ought to count for something.

Day 3653

 We don’t close doors on people. Not even brothers.

Day 3652

 That feeling when you’re watching the three year old explain doorknobs to the rest of the family…

Day 3651

 But do they have furniture in North Datota?

Day 3650

 To many more years of food, books, and errands.

Love you.

Day 3649

 Someday we will learn Thursday is not the right day for Sunday night dinner.

Day 3648

Things to remember: you can de-grump big daughter if you keep brushing her hair long after the tangles are gone. Bonus de-grumps if you let her brush your hair too.

Day 3647

 Sometimes news comes painfully, dreadfully slow, and sometimes so quick you hadn’t even begun to wait.

Day 3646

Did you know, you can go to more than one place in a day?

And anywhat that tells you that pulling trees out of the ground isn’t active is a liar and a cad.

Day 3645

 A week of hanging out all day with her siblings, and I swear Goblin Girl is getting weirder.

Do other people have three year old who look at their apple slice, say “this looks like it’s poisonous”…. And then eat it?

Day 3644

 Turns out they didn’t sneak downstairs after they woke up. They “accidentally went downstairs”.

And Goblin Girl isn’t sooooo naked. Her little butt is sticking in her undies. So why make a fuss?

Day 3643

 By all accounts, this week has been <embargoed>.

Day 3642

 Embargo 2: The Omni-Embargoening

Day 3641

This post has been embargoed.

Day 3640

 “Mommy, take a deep breath.” -My Goblin Girl

Day 3639

 It’s time to eat zucchini everything.

Day 3638

I forgot that being on the bike feels good but getting off the bike is extremely exhausting.

Day 3637

 Even when you have your reasons, running through the neighbourhood in the dark with a wheelbarrow still feels like shenanigans.

Day 3636

 Give it all away!!!

Also cake. It’s a good weekend for cake, and giving things away.

Day 3635

 First day of school; last day of the new Elizabethan age.

Definitely calls for chocolate cake.

Day 3634

 I don’t think the news is supposed to do the ‘good news/bad news’ bit with news alerts…

Day 3633

 Take the afternoon off; walk all over the darn place.

Day 3632

Someday our adventures won’t come with so many strings of aggravation attached.

Someday the mosquitoes will be more egalitarian.

Day 3631

 Given that he’s been walking around like an arthritic cowboy, I was really expecting a more gruesome wound…

Day 3630

 It’s Books Day!

We walk for books, we sit for books.

Books, books, books.

Day 3629

 Sometimes a tranquilizer gun seems like it would be the best way to deal with overtired children.

Day 3628

Wake me up when September ends.

Or just let me read Wodehouse.