Savvy Negotiation, a la Seven-Year-Old
My kid has me figured out. At the store yesterday: “Mom, if you buy me this I’ll pour you a glass of beer and let you stay in the hot tub for a whole week.”
Monday
My sentiments exactly.
(Frustrated) Writer in Residence
Last evening, Chicken Noodle asked for some time with my computer. Having exhausted my abuse of it for the day, I obliged. After all, she’s seven now. From what I’ve seen of her writing she might make better use of the thing than me. I left her to her craft. Ten minutes of silence.…
Evil Mommy At It Again
Chicken Noodle: That’s not fair! You never let anyone do anything fun! You’re not fair about anything! Chicken Little: That’s because she’s your mother, Libby.
Happy New You to Chicken Little!
This baby… …is five today! And sweet as Tupelo honey. Love you Boo Boo. xo, Mom
Happy New You to Chicken Noodle
This baby… …is seven today! We’ve come a long way, baby. Love, Mom
Take Me Higher
These days, every wall is an opportunity.
She Knows Her Mother Well
Me: Boo, you’re amazing. Where did you come from? Chicken Little: The store. You found me in the beer case.
I Need A Wife
Wife For Hire Duties include: Finding more outfits for Chicken Noodle, who has announced she will only wear red until January. Composting the pumpkins that are still on the front porch. Scraping art clay off the woodwork from last summer’s sculpting project. Managing the situation when Chicken Noodle decides she”s the shark and her little…
Daylight Savings, Harbinger of Evil
Did yesterday last 141 years? Maybe it was just me. I am sure I’ve complained lately about not having enough time, but I didn’t mean I wanted more time single-parenting on a cold, gloomy, occasionally-snowing Sunday in November. I wasn’t asking for more housecleaning, more refereeing of rounds of girl-on-girl-wrestling, more moody brooding. More scraping…