What's your favorite color? Wait a minute. Start over. If you're sitting down to a game of Sorry, what color would you be? I'm ALWAYS red. My oldest son is always blue. Daughter gets yellow. We convinced her a long time ago that yellow was pretty and so she took it, begrudgingly. And now it's the baby's turn to play. "You get green, Charlie." (My husband gets a wadded up piece of paper or sometimes a tiny lego piece that happens to be sitting on the floor next to us at the time. He's the 6th kid in his family. Perhaps that's been chosen for him for awhile now.)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Oh geez. Kindergarten has arrived for my middle child, Maggie. It's very exciting for all of us. She's one who was made to socialize and go to public school. READY Freddy. I think her year of preschool last year could make for a best selling book. I had to start a podcast with her last year just to satisfy her craving for "MORE." May as well start this year with a wee story of her on her first day.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
It seems that most of us had a parent or grandparent at some point in our lives who would tell us about life in their day. I'm sure there were interesting stories that were told - my own grandpa used to tell great ones, although I'm positive his were all made up (you can't really pull the guts out of a recently killed horse and hide from the enemy in his body cavity, can you?) But I'm talking about the stories that were meant to make us feel bad for how we live today.