Stop putting things up your nose! If this is some creative experiment to find out what happens, I can tell you with confidence that the same thing will happen every time: you will feel a sensation of discomfort or pain; your mother will get stressed out but work hard to remain calm; and there will be lots of "BLOW! or we will have to go to the ( Read more... )

I was queued for the holiday boss when Ivy came up to me and said "Dere is ciwwial in mine nostril."

Cereal. In your nostril. How does that even happen? (Queue pops, hit decline.) Using a flashlight, I could just barely see the piece of Crispy Rice up there. And of course she kept poking her finger up in her nose, potentially making it worse. ( Read more... )

We're sitting at the dining room table, enjoying sandwiches from D'Amato's. Ivy looks up at the ceiling and draws our attention to the fact that the light fixture looks like a balloon (at least, I think that was the import of her monologue). rainfletcher looks up...and says, "you know, I think I see one of those little inchworm guys on the ceiling ( Read more... )

Dee just talked at me for a good twenty minutes, including such gems as how she got pregnant with her daughter at age 15 and her reaction when she started developing breasts. AAAAAAAAAA.

In other news...Hurricane Jimena is heading up the coast towards us. Likely to peter out before causing issues in San Diego, but potentially tragic for our ( Read more... )

We have a major ant problem in our house. Because we have five cats and two small children and therefore refuse to use any sort of super-toxic remedy, we're soldiering on with liberal sprays of an organic rosemary/cinnamon insecticide and honey/borax homemade traps ( Read more... )

1. Ivy's language development is actually moving again. In the past week or so, she's started saying "Gran" for Grandma (Juanell is pleased!), "tee" for tea...and TV...and kitty..., "mo" for more, "dow" for down and/or done, "nest" for Clifford's Puppy Days (this makes sense because one of the episodes is "Best Nest"). There's still a lot of ( Read more... )

In the produce section at Ralph's this morning, discussing with Maggie what color bell pepper to buy. An older man commented on the girls' wagon and then went on to tell me that his son has three children, and his son is in the military, and he told his son to stay in the military because he thinks we're headed for a civil war ( Read more... )

Nothing like walking in the door after a pleasant brunch with the in-laws to find a dismembered bird in the middle of the living room.

I shrieked and herded the girls into Maggie's room while rainfletcher picked up the pieces.

Silver lining: assuming that there was only ever one bird, it won't be coming back.