The stage is set - It is 5:30pm.  The Big Boys are running around the house like idiots (and I use that term lovingly).  The living-room ...

I remember when I found out Santa Claus wasn't real.  I was in 4th grade and was getting ready to walk out of my school at the end of th...

I came downstairs from tucking in TT and started to look around and wondered "what do I want to do tonight?".  Without a further t...

Me: How old are you? RR: 9 Me: What is your favorite subject in school? RR: Math Me: What is least favorite subject in school? RR: Sp...

As of tomorrow I will have a pre-teen.  The Big Boy turns 9.  As my mother just reminded me on the phone, the last year before double digit...

My Grandma always was an avid reader.  When I was a girl she belong to the Reader's Digest Book Club.  She used to get two or three nov...

"This is my rifle.  There are many like it, but this one is mine." Ok, it's not actually his gun.  It's his big br...

Tonight I feel like Superwomen.  Or better yet, Super-Mom. A sticker RR got me for Mother's Day a few years ago. I keep it on the f...

Last week I posted about getting the Big Boy ready for overnight camp.  I was all about getting him ready and sending him off.  And I was w...

It's 8:30am, and TT is hanging of the door of the freezer (no he is not an acrobatic, our freezer is on the bottom), trying to rip it op...

The boys and I were outside playing in the sandbox after dinner. I started the evening amazed, totally floored, by the number of outside t...

This afternoon I pulled out my box of thank-you cards.  After nearly two and a half months it was finally time to kick my butt in gear and s...

At laundry that is. Small hand towels and face cloths, they don't get folded.  They go into some nice ($1 - Christmas Tree Shop) fabri...

Tonight I feel the need for a few confessions.... so here goes. By lunch time today I was in such a fowl mood I went and bought myself a Fr...