Able to leap tall contradictions in a single bound

So it’s supper time.John won’t be home until 8:30pm or thereabouts. I’m in survival mode and am relying on a bath to kill the last hour or so before bedtime. Katherine is sitting at the kitchen table, before a plate of whole wheat spaghetti and Parmesan (her choice supper). Three bites later….. K: I’m done…

April, come she will

I have just either jinxed us for the next two months or provided a catalyst for spring’s arrival, as this morning I ordered the seeds for our veggie garden from Vesey’s. Which way my luck swings should be evident in the coming weeks. Last year’s food garden worked out pretty well on a limited scale,…

One ring to rule them all….

Cheerios, I mean. Katherine will only eat Cheerios (or some O-shaped clone). I’ve tried Rice Crispies, oatmeal (she’ll grudgingly eat it, but not for breakfast), Shreddies, various healthy flakes. No go. When it comes to her breakfast, my kid is a cereal monogamist.

oh the pain.

After burning the entire inside of your your mouth, your tongue and your lips rather badly and finally managing to get the agony to subside enough to finish some portion your lunch (but not before inadvertently whacking yourself on the head three times with two cupboard doors and a chair), the very last thing you…