Showing posts from April, 2011

Restricted Section: Grassor Privatus (I think that’s how you say it in Latin)

I plan on making this a private blog soon.  If there are any readers out there who would like me to include you on my list for who can view it, either email me your email address or include it in the comment section.  I’m doing this more for security and privacy reasons than any others and have been thinking about this for a while now and am finally going to do it.  It’s kind of annoying when along with comments from your friends, family, and kind anonymous readers that you also get people who leave advertisements and glean who knows what from the information you’ve trustingly posted on your blog.   So, this open book will now be in the restricted section along with the book about Nicolas Flamel and the book with the recipe for Polyjuice Potion, Moste Potente Potions.

Pink Grass

It was a beautiful Easter Sunday.  Oh, and bright too! Here are the boys in their new suits for Easter and for their Aunt’s upcoming wedding.  Don’t they look handsome, well behaved, and proper?  Hah!  That moment only lasted about 15 seconds and then they were off making sure all of the Easter Bunny’s hard work wasn’t in vain. I think they’re all onto the Easter Bunny being the parents.  Though, I think they still enjoy playing along with the idea and we even hypothesize on how he manages to get around so quickly.  This year he hired me to hide the eggs, saying he was late for church and that he’d pay me with an extra Cadbury egg if I would do a good job. That day, as you can see, we had a couple of teething babies.  The one above was soothing her gums by chewing on the basket. Does the pink kind taste like the green kind? One loved the grass and the other would have nothing to do with it. Just woke up from a well needed nap and wasn’t sure about the basket with the sippy cup in it. …

I still don’t know how big a quark is!

1.) Something students these days should know.One of my sons asked me the other day why kids know more than adults.  He asked this after watching the show “Are you Smarter than a 5th grader?”  I can see how he would wonder how a 30 year old working mother couldn’t remember which president created the Social Security program or if the term “nautical” had something to do with sailing or was it a term from the 60’s meaning, cool, groovy, or swell.  When this same son asks me questions that require me to crack my neck and rub my forehead for increased blood flow to the brain, and when the answers come out something like, “uuhhh…go ask daddy,” I can see how he might think we are just products of poorer education.  When he asked this question, or shared this observation, I told him that all modern versions of education from my day to his, are in practice a lot worse than they were long ago.  We are not as encouraged to think, philosophize, or question what we are being taught.  I don’t mean…

Twins, Sandals, and Smocking (not mocking)

Yes, with great relief, I must admit that the previous post was my attempt at an April Fools joke.  Not funny?  You’re right.  Twisted?  You’re right.  However, quite believable with my record!  I’m glad to hear that there are such things as bunk cribs and had I known I would have looked for some for my current babies.  Alas, I shall not become Muttersieben (mother of 7).  I am, and always will be, Mutterfünf (yes, I know that my email still says Mutterdrei (mother of 3), but it’s too hard to change that now).As for the shoes, I do think it is time for another trip to Hawaii to pick up at least 4 pairs of my favorite rubber sandals.  I’ve got two pair now but one always needs more than one back up when one’s kids enjoy wearing them across the wet grass on their way to the trampoline.  Notice in the picture there are no intrusive straps between the big toe and its neighbor.  Another random thought on fashion…SmockingNow for another diverting thought, my love of smocking.  When it comes…


You know, life sometimes just throws you all kinds of odd shaped snow balls (new metaphor, since I forget what the different kind of baseball throws are out there and what they mean.  If you don’t know the meaning of one metaphor, make up your own).  Anyway, life is full of unexpected moments, accidents, surprises, including cataclysmic attacks like asteroids hitting the earth or the sun exploding.  What, however, would you call it when you have two sets of twins and one in the middle, and you find out you’re due with another set of twins?  The doctor did say there was a 90% chance it could happen again…I was thinking about shoes the other day while looking for some sandals in preparation for the summer months.  There’s something so intrusive in the design of the flip flop, aka thong, yes I still call it that but am trying to reform.  However, I believe the pre-nineties term is more accurate in how it makes ones foot feel, especially after it’s winter long tennis shoe and boot cave.  …