The boys are enjoying the wide-open spaces of the countryside. They fill their time making dirt roads along Grandma’s garden, swimming and giving the birds a run for their money when it comes to snatching the mulberries off the trees. Read More
Every year growing up we would faithfully go to the cemetery where my grandfather, who served in World War II, is buried. This year we have the honor of going back. We will also be going to my other Grandparent’s graves this year since my Grandfather recently passed away. Grandma was the original Rosie the Riveter. All gave so much.
The fragrance of peonies harvested from the local gardens, not a flower shop, will permeate the air. The few Greatest Generation veterans and new generation veterans will give the chilling 21-gun salute. And maybe we will gain a sense of perspective, and we will all leave a little more humble.
Lately I have tried to limit the concept of dessert in our house. Not because I’m opposed to it in any way. It simply drives me crazy to have the entire meal focused on it. Will and Hunter increase their outrageous antics to reach that Holy Grail of dessert! Desserts in our house are pretty lame anyway, generally consisting of fresh fruit, yogurt or occasionally some ice cream. It doesn’t matter if I’m offering up a plain ol’ apple though, call it dessert and our entire meal is focused on the silly apple. So when I made the mistake of dangling the prospect of blueberry sherbet in front of the boys I had no idea Will would show his true colors. Read More
It is easy to take for granted the mundane daily activities such as eating dinner. This is especially true for me. After a long day at the office and a less-than-pleasant drive home with thousands of other tired, grumpy workers, I am apt to walk inside, sit down, and begin eating without fully appreciating the effort that went into preparing that meal. This becomes painfully obvious to me on Saturdays when it’s my turn to handle our boys - and feed them. Fortunately, my wife’s enthusiasm, drive, and hard work with Small Helpings guides this at-times clueless dad; without fail, I am able to serve something quickly (and very tasty) that keeps our natives from getting restless. It’s truly enjoyable. Read More
Do the laundry… AGAIN. Sweep the floor….AGAIN. “Mommy I’m really hungry.” “Mommy I want the yellow cup, not the green cup.” “I want to pour the milk myself!”
It’s not even 8:00 am and I feel like I’ve run a marathon already. The good news is the ten times up and down the stairs are great for my gluteus maximus. Wait, then why is it still so maximus? Oops one more time up after remembering I forgot to brush my own teeth. The monotony of motherhood is getting to me, not to mention cleaning up after these monkeys is really boring.