Take me out to the ballgame.



My handsome boy!




Who "NEVER" gets cotton candy.



Who LOVES cotton candy as much as any other self-respecting 16 year old.

"Oh no you DI-N'T!"



His first best friend.

 

It's nuts how we never talk.

So I'm sitting at the table eating breakfast and I'm on my iPad.  I look up to see one daughter (not visible above) in the family room on her iPhone and the two (visible above) also clearly engrossed in their mobile devices.  I say "Om my gosh you guys this is terrible.  Look at us.  We are all within five feet of each other and we are not even talking to each other." My funny one shoots back "I can text you.  What do you want to talk about?"

Cannibalizing Summer

I do my best to keep the kiddos occupied and out of trouble during their summer break. Every day they get Mom's list of homework and jobs around the house and yard to complete. One would think a daily "to-do" list on top of their bulging calendars full of sports, social events, and paid gigs they've snagged would put the kibosh on the fighting and arguing, right?  Mm-hmm!  Anyway, to limit the number of times I hear "she touched it last so it so it's her mess" and other nutty excuses, I wrote three easy guidelines on the chalkboard to maintain everyone's Mama's sanity.

  I came home to this edit:

Ha!  That's my clever one.  But that sounds like an unrefrigerated meal (refer to #1).

 

Happy summer to all of you. 

Blessed with Nuts

We're blessed.  I know it. We're nuts.  I own it.  It helps to be a little nuts in this crazy life. It's crazy for sure and has been for a long time. Since I have too many unfinished writing projects, partial journal entries, baby book chronicles that morphed into teenage chronicles, notes --electronic and otherwise, all stuffed into drawers and saved on devices, I decided a blog was the way to get organized. I'll compile our stories for my children so they can relive and laugh at some of our experiences, both the extraordinary and the ordinary.  They will right?  They will want to read it right? They will laugh and think I'm clever and life was grand right?  Well even if I'm delusional and they roll their teenage eyes now, one day they will smile and realize we had blessings all around us, including our silliness.  

"Dunkin driving!"