Day 3749

Hoar-frosted trees all day

Foxes fleeing from the spectacle

Of fireworks from last year

Day 3748

 I suspect there are many more christmases of Lego and board games in our future. Hopefully lots of weekends too.

Day 3747

 Oh why not, don’t want some ears to feel left out.

Day 3746

 Dotties down, ear infections up. March strikes again.

Day 3745

 Sleep, eat, sleep, repeat. With occasional intermissions to try to convince the kids (at no volume) to cooperate.

Day 3744

 Yes, Little One, you are quite dotty. We’ve known for a long time.

Day 3743

 The gasp moment is amazing, but watching the kids give each other presents is also great for heart swells.

Day 3742

 Christmas Eve: clean the house, bake all the things, last minute fix for present mixup. 

And then baked goods and video games.

Day 3741

 Banana, making plans to hug Santa, then get up, go pee, wash hands, dry hands, get dressed, and then go downstairs to say BOO and scare Santa. And then read him the night before Christmas…

Day 3740

 Well… the observant one did notice the firefighters. But apparently didn’t think they were worth mentioning until we brought it up.

Day 3739

The amount of joy I get from mail suggests to me that I should send more mail.

Day 3738

 You read me It Was The Night Before Christmas whenever you want. You don’t even need to hold the right book.

Day 3737

 How do you teach a kid not to cut off their own nose to spite their face?

Day 3736

 Banana has picked up her next batch of expressions and heaven help us in our quest to not giggle at inopportune times.

Day 3735

Banana: A Photographic Essay on the Appropriate Shape of Bowls for Drinking Milk

Day 3734

Shovel for the dozenth time, finish tiny clubhouse.

Stare at the list of baking aspirations.

Day 3733

 Thursday levels of exhaustion and the trial of an unseamly favourite sweater would have been hard for our dear boy on their own, even without a winter concert. I suspect he’ll be more excited about it in retrospect.

Day 3732

 You couldn’t ask for more festive weather for tree decorating day.

Day 3731

 Eight years later and I think this kid is finally getting the hang of blowing her nose.

Day 3730

 This flu season is an extended game of whack-a-mole and I do not approve.

Day 3729

 It is almost funny watching your kid hold off on being sick until the moment her birthday party is over.

Day 3728

 The decorating priorities are different when you’re three feet tall.

Day 3727

 Tough tooties, the three year old says. 

And suddenly you wonder whether it was really worthwhile abstaining from swearing in front of the children.

Day 3726

 We have a tree, we added a new year to the spreadsheet, and we started the clubhouse. It’s officially Christmas season.

Day 3725

 I’m not using delay tactics?

…

What does delay mean?

Day 3724

 Only Lizard would start to feel sad about not being able to have more cake while actually eating cake (that she couldn’t finish). 

Day 3723

 Another year, another excuse to look at tiny baby pictures.

Day 3722

 Putting the kid to bed for her last sleep as a seven year old. Feeling a little bad that she doesn’t have fancier parents. Although less pandemic would go a long way to helping her have more excuses to dress up.

Maybe one of our quarter day celebrations will require dressing for dinner, just for that kid.

Day 3721

 I guess if you don’t watch movies all that often, it just makes sense to watch something that was cut down from at least two movies long. It’s practically a two for one deal.

Day 3720

 And so ends another long week of March.

Day 3719

 You can tell me as many times as you like that you’re a little bigger now, but I’m still not letting you play with tiny beads unsupervised.