Serenity… a life's expedition

“and eyes all over their heads, so they can see and hear what you are doing anywhere.” The six year old explaining the Facts of Grandma to the three year old just now.

It’s late, far too late for me to write anything that makes a lot of sense. I get up early – sometimes *very* early, like 3:30 AM – so that I can work without interruption for a time while everything is quiet. Which, of course, means that by this time of night I am not [...]

So, the three year old – I don’t understand why he can say some things so clearly (“George Lopez”, “That’s ridiculous!”, “Oh my DOD!”) but cannot say others at all ( like water – “dahyay” or hello – “aahroh?”) Then again the six year old has his own issues – in his world (that of [...]

Half the time. Some words he can say with perfect clarity – the others, he seems to have made up his own language and is clinging tenaciously to it. Sigh. I thought that, being the youngest, he would be more apt to talk clearly, because everyone else does. All the rest of them were talking [...]

Although, lately, I’ve been mostly leaving stuff alone and just puttering around here, on this site. I am not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. A good thing at the moment, I think – but a bad thing in the long run if it means that I’ve just lost interest in [...]

So, almost as soon as I sat down after giving the kids their dinner plates howls of outrage started piercing the air. Now, I am not the best cook but usually nothing I put before them produces *that* reaction. On my way to see what was wrong I was able to make out some of [...]

I have a story to tell. It’s about the day I went across the street to the convenience store to get milk and walked right into a… well, I’m still not sure what to call it. Maybe you have a name for it. A gift, anyway, it was. When I came out of the store [...]

That the five-year-old grows up soon enough, and remembers this age enough, to tell me what he means by an “owl butterfly”. Because one apparently came in our house the other day. Through the door, or his imagination, who knows? Still, I am curious. And a tad cautious. [small pre-posting update] Who knew? They exist [...]

“We’re not keeping him long…. my mom’s going to take him back and get a new one that is not so bad.“ Said the five year old of the two year old – who got himself dressed and grabbed his supplies (a bottle and two diapers), in hopes he could go to school too.

The five year old just informed me that I am spoiling his life. I didn’t think I’d get to start doing that ‘til he was at least 12 or so. I hope that means that by the time he actually is a teen his life will have been thoroughly spoiled already and we can be [...]