This is Sydney. She’s 5. She’s one tough cookie. She’s also smarter than I am. I’m usually reminded of that on a daily basis. Below I present two recent interactions with the girl I’m starting to call “The Interrogator”. Exhibit #1. Sydney wanted to build a fort out of pillow cushions and sleep there overnight. [Read More]
Remember when I was whining about sending Bitty Baby to the American Girl doll hospital? Well, she’s back! Here she is in her hospital gown all better. And Sydney’s soooo happy!
“Remember when I helped that girl become a better babysitter?” Sydney, 5, asked. We were in the car, driving through the college town where I work. “Was it that building, Mama?” she inquired as we passed a brick building. Uh, I thought. What’s she talking about? Oh, wait. Yeahhhh…. Last summer I took Sydney to [Read More]
I am filling out a hospital admission form right now. Oh, no! I can hear you crying. What’s wrong? Who’s hurt? Poor EBM! Don’t panic. I’m filling out a hospital admission form for a DOLL. That’s right, I’m sending Bitty Baby to the American Girl Doll Hospital. She needs a new body (torso and limbs) [Read More]
Remember this infamous scene from “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown“? “I got five pieces of candy!” “I got a chocolate bar!” “I got a quarter!” Charlie Brown: “I got a rock.” Well, I got a rock for Mother’s Day. And I love it! Actually, I got several rocks and some awesome bits and pieces [Read More]
My family of 4 was sitting around the dinner table chatting about our day. I shared how my boss had been coughing all over me and my co-workers earlier. My boss was getting over a cold, but wasn’t trying to cover her mouth as she coughed on us. “Maybe she didn’t know?” suggested Will, 8. [Read More]