by Mir | Jul 16, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I’ve been trying to remember all day, what that animal at the end of Dr. Doolittle (the book, not the movie) is called. I think it’s a Pushme-Pullyou. That’s what I should’ve dubbed Chickadee. Monkey had a birthday party at a local kids’...
by Mir | Jul 14, 2006 | Forget talk; walk the walk!, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
In my continuing quest to make sure my children require therapy for the duration of their childhood and well into their adult years, today I took them to the mall. Dressed as cows. Yes, it’s okay. Take a moment to soak that up. It was 97 degrees outside, and I...
by Mir | Jul 14, 2006 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Today was a positively magnificent day. MAGNIFICENT. Superb. Stupendous. Roget would have a field day with the last 24 hours, so replete with fantabulous synonyms as it was. I got a decent night’s sleep. Work is going well. The children behaved. I finished up a...
by Mir | Jul 12, 2006 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, Offspring: ecstasy and agony
My children have discovered this World Wide Web thing, and my life may never be the same. We were riding along in the car today, on our way home from grocery shopping, and Chickadee piped up from the back seat: “Mama, when you were a kid, and you didn’t...
by Mir | Jul 11, 2006 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
I am one to sit around and PONDER, because I am fond of the pondering. And the talking. I would be happy to talk while I ponder, or perhaps talk after I’ve pondered, or even talk BEFORE I ponder (just to warm up!), but if I could sign up for just pondering and...
