A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2019. David / Once a week, David and his cousin get to play Mario Kart for about an hour. It is the highlight of their week, every week. I hope a situation never arises that forces him to choose between Mario Kart and a
Last Saturday our family laced up our racing shoes and participated in Thomas’s preschool 5k. We’ve participated in this race every year since David started preschool. Annual events always cause me to reflect on how my family has changed through the years. We’ve done this race with different combinations of toddlers, babies, and big kids.
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2019. March is my least-favorite month. If you were reading this with Mary Virginia, this is when she would pipe up, “Mommy said she wishes she had a baby in March because then she would have something to celebrate.” It’s true. It’s an off-hand
We’ve officially reached the phase of life when team loyalty means taking pictures of your kids wearing gear and posting it on the Internet. Actually, I guess I’ve been doing that for a while. For some reason getting everyone dressed before they head off to school feels like a new level of devotion. (Especially because
Almost everyone calls her Anna Banana, but Anna Blueberry might be more accurate. Anna’s undecided about bananas. She’ll eat them, but it has to be the right banana (ripe, but not too ripe), and the circumstances have to be just so (she has to be hungry, I have to be holding her, and the banana has to
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2019. David / This kid, bringing me dande-wion bouquets since 2015. (Except that he pronounces “dandelion” correctly now. Besides that, and that mouth full of adult teeth, nothing much has changed.) Mary / She’s so excited about the flowers that are blooming. She can’t wait
My little Anna-bird with a broken wing. Ok, that was a little dramatic. Sorry. A more accurate description would be: my 16-month old (who has a penchant for climbing) with a buckle fracture. But that doesn’t have quite the same ring. When I posted a photo of Anna with a cast, several people said they hoped
I’ve heard that great jokes are more about timing and delivery than the punchline. I don’t know if that’s completely true, but I do know that Thomas is really leaning into a nailing a good delivery. This is his favorite joke. We do this every day, several times a day. Every time he scream-laughs because he got
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2019. David / David often comes home and recreates projects he did at school. He did it last year, too. Sometimes it takes me awhile to figure out what’s going on, “Hold on, why do you need aluminum foil again? You’re building a what?” But
For the past almost-eight years our cat has watched in horror as we have, on a nearly every-two-year cycle, added babies to our family. He was annoyed after David was born, incredulous when Mary was born, apoplectic after Thomas, and after Anna’s arrival he’s been trying to blend in with the furniture as he silently plots