Archive for the ‘Brothers’ Category

Fairy Princesses and Pollywogs

We live next door to three fairy princesses, dancing sprites, thin-bodied frolicking goddesses; we live next door to three girls. When we take walks or spend time in our yard, they are usually out. They blow bubbles, twirl in the grass, roll down their hill, and do cartwheels, their long hair flowing behind [...]

The calm before . . .

He’s on the move, ya’ll. Baby Robby is officially crawling. So take a nice, long look, because I’m thinking pictures like this

and this

and this

are going to be few and far between once the toppling of towers and wreckage of train tracks really get going. Ah, the sound of Sam’s shrieks [...]

Got some flaming pants over here, ya’ll

So . . . Sam just lied to me for the first time. I went upstairs, leaving him and Robby playing happily on the rug. I was gone for about 30 seconds when I heard a thwack and Robby screaming. When I ran down, Sam was hiding behind the ottoman and crouching, the [...]

“What’d He Say Wednesday?” and a call for Readers

There’s a theme, a lovely theme for Sam’s best quotes of the week:
“It a big boogie; it have long arms!” and
“I have bigger boogies than Robby.” Leave it to an older brother to find competition in snot size.
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Now, I have a question for ya’ll. I was thinking about starting a book group here [...]

Thursday

I’m standing there, already 3 hours into my day and yet it is only 8:30am, wondering how I will make it through to 6:00pm when Hubby gets home.  Robby’s sleep has plummeted for the past 3 days, leaving me exhausted and crabby.  I don’t have any plans for us today and it is cold outside.  [...]

Brotherly Love

Hubby was carrying Robby out the front door of our building; I was taking Robby’s stroller/carseat and Sam out the back so I could use the wheel chair accessible ramp. I was walking in front of Sam with the stroller when I heard him fall on his way down the ramp. I let [...]

Brothers

Oh, this makes me feel much better. Perhaps I’m not scarring them after all.