May 21, 2015

I was at the coast last weekend. That’s what we have in Oregon. A coast. We don’t “go to the beach,” we “go to the coast.” Probably because the water is, according to reputable sources, ball-shrivelingly cold, even in mid-May. The Bean had a blast, though. He wants to move into the ocean and go…

May 15, 2015

My Friday is not off to an auspicious start. I stepped on one of Alvie’s 9,482,439 train accessories this morning – barefoot, of course – and rolled my ankle, then slipped and pulled a tiny little muscle in my lady garden region. I may have said some inappropriate-for-small-children-to-repeat words. A few minutes later, I was…

May 12, 2015

Last night, as I was driving Alvie home from day care, we had the following conversation: Alvie: “Mommy, I see a zebra!” Me: “Oh wow!” Alvie: “Don’t worry. It’s dead.” Me: “Oh. Wow.” Alvie: “It’s working on a computer. Because it’s a zebra. And it’s dead.” Me: “oh…wow…” He has been telling the strangest stories…

May 8, 2015

Or, edit now as the case may be. It is Friday. 10:30ish (or will be by the time I post this, anyway.) This week has been crazifying. I am reaching the end of my tether with this “vacation” thing. Monday, Alvie Bean was sent home from daycare a completely ridiculous reason. Vomit! Shouldn’t my highly…

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