The Cutest Girl
Lately I’ve been calling Claire ‘cute’ a lot. Like, ‘every second sentence’ a lot. If Jon wasn’t here witnessing it for himself, I’m sure I’d be driving him crazy. But it’s true - every time she opens her adorable little mouth pure cuteness comes pouring out. There are the times when I’m asking her brothers to do something, like come upstairs for supper. Claire is right there beside me, calling, “SUPPER!” She helps with everything she can. She clears her dishes, she brings her brothers their clothes if they walk away without putting them on, and she hugs them when they cry. Today I asked Andrew to

A Productive Summery(?) Day
Today has been a productive day. I love days like this! This morning I got 2 loads of laundry done, and cleaned the main floor: dusting, sweeping (3 times total so far LOL ), mopping, vacuuming, walls washed, and mirrors and windows done. I fed the kids a healthy lunch without messing up the kitchen and took Andrew, Claire and our little friend, A, outside for an hour or so. I got Claire down early enough that she could have a good nap, and after A left and Jon got home, I ran over to the preschool to talk to Andrew’s teacher, who is really sad that Andrew’s done.

The Icky Sickies
Like many other people in many parts of the world, our household has been battling illness this autumn. On the Sunday night after Josh’s birthday party celebrations, Jon and I headed to bed early-ish, exhausted from a full day and a busy weekend. Before turning in, I did the rounds to check on the kidlets, who were all sleeping soundly. J, A and C’s room was dark, and I couldn’t hear Claire breathing, so I reached into her crib to rub her back or head to see if she’d move just a little. Well, what I felt when I reached on in was not the warm, soft blanket I was expecting, but instead, a cold gooey puddle (pile?) of vomit. I cannot express in words

The Preschool Predicament
Well, as many of my facebook friends are aware, preschool continues to be a thorn in Andrew’s side. An ugly poky thorn that twists and turns and tears him to bits at least two mornings per week, three if you count Sunday school as preschool, and even more if preschool happens to be mentioned on any other day that it doesn’t happen on. He simply does not want to be there. When we ask him why he cried and stood by the door for 2 hours, he shyly states, “Because Daddy left me there.” The teachers try to get Andrew involved. They show him cool crafts that he doesn’t want to do, they read great books that he doesn’t want to hear, they

National Blogging Month, eh?
So I read somewhere that November is THE month for bloggers to blog every single day - 30 posts in 30 days (which technically could mean more than one post a day, but who really wants to read that many thoughts that flow out of one’s fingers?). Do I think I can do it? For sure! Do I think that I have that many interesting things to say? I’d have to lean a little more toward NO on that one. There is ALWAYS some sort of conflict going on within my household or within me, so I guess that is write-worthy. Perhaps someone else could relate! Or maybe the adventures I share could affect someone in another way, say, make them thankful that their three-year-ol