Dear Son #1, Two years ago everything stopped. Suddenly, mercilessly and injected with an immense amount of fear, it all stopped. It was as if Gru had taken his Freeze Ray gun thing to the world and left us all standing there in place, blinking in panic but unable to react appropriately or even at… Continue reading But you remember.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, It’s been the little things, hasn’t it? The little things that have kept us reasonably sane these last 15 months. The little things that we’ve had to look forward to. The little things that have morphed themselves into big things. All of a sudden, we lost play dates, grandparent visits,… Continue reading When the little things become the big things.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, We’re back in the Red Zone again (yes, I do feel like I'm living in a Stephen King novel at the moment) which means we can go swimming again!! Yipee! I’m here, once again, to remind you of the rules. I know right? I’m such a hoot. Now, as… Continue reading Swimming just isn’t fun without rules!
Dear Son #1 & #2, We did it. We finished school. And we’re all still alive to talk about it. H-A-L-L-E-L-U-J-A-H! We just finished three months of non-voluntary homeschooling and not only did the experience confirm my decision not to homeschool you on a permanent basis, but it gave me an even greater appreciation for your teachers. Some… Continue reading School’s done for the summer, and I missed your teachers. So much.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, "The Bad Cold". It’s everywhere, it’s non-stop, it prohibits us from doing so many things, it’s hurting lots of people and all-in-all it totally sucks. I know, I hear ya. Some good things have come from being locked down for over 3 months though. The earth and all of… Continue reading The greatest thing since toaster waffles.
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