That’s all, folks

Friday, November 30, 2012

Well, I’m going to end NaBloPoMo on a lame note, but I’m headed out of town in just a couple of hours and have a lot to get done before then. I’ve enjoyed doing this, as I have each year, and look forward to a tiny break before resuming my regular blog posts.

For those others who also participated: I enjoyed reading your blogs each day and I’m glad you took the time to do it!


Goodnight Moon. Again.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

When The Big Sis moved out of the stage where we read her simple board books and into the stage where we read her longer books, we put away most of her baby board books, mostly to save them for The Little Sis eventually. It didn’t occur to me then, but I realized recently that those simple board books? Those are the perfect first-reader type books for The Big Sis to read now, so we pulled them out for both girls.

And I thought we were done with such stupid non-favorite books as Goodnight Moon. (Seriously, goodnight bowlful of mush?? Goodnight mittens? And why in the world is there not a single comma when using direct addresses in the book?) But it turns out that these books are right at The Big Sis’ reading level right now.

And so we return to the land of Goodnight Moon, Hop on Pop, and Pat the Bunny.

In a way, it feels like we’ve come full circle with The Big Sis and these books, as we first introduced her to reading with them, and now she’s introducing herself to REAL reading with them. So I don’t mind patting the bunny. And I don’t mind saying goodnight to the moon once again.

Even though, for the record, I think it’s super lame to rhyme “moon” with “moon.”

Wordless Wednesday: Kindergarten pic

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

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Cracker monster

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Making dinner with a toddler underfoot isn’t the easiest task to accomplish, but we do what we can to get the job done with the least amount of whining (from either toddler or whoever is making dinner). My general MO is to open up the pantry doors and let her play with the stuff on the lowest shelf (the only one she can reach at the moment) and the stuff we keep on the floor. So if one were to walk into our kitchen during dinner prep time, one might find The Little Sis carrying around something like a box of cake mix, an unopened package of napkins, or a plastic jar of mandarin oranges — you just never know what might catch her attention.

The Husband, however, has turned her into a cracker MONSTER. When it’s his turn to cook, he will get out the saltines and give her one; she takes it and scampers off to eat it, returning mere minutes later begging, “Mah! Mah!” (more). Repeat this anywhere from six to ten times and then voila! Dinner is made! So now she has come to expect this when it’s my turn to cook.

I have to admit: It’s kind of stinkin’ cute when she comes back into the kitchen asking for another cracker. She’s just so eager about it. So sure about what she wants. My little cracker monster. πŸ™‚

Wrestling match

Monday, November 26, 2012

You know what The Big Sis is really, really good at?

Thumb wrestling.

Like, for reals. And I don’t even let her win. She wins genuinely on her own.

And I used to be pretty good at thumb wrestling. I mean, I wasn’t winning tournaments or anything (the local thumb wrestling circuit is brutal…), but I could hold my own against, you know, the two or three other people I’ve ever matched up against.

But the girl takes no prisoners. And by that I mean: She beats me within seconds.

We sing the obligatory song:

***Down by the banks of the hanky panky,
Where the bullfrog jumps from bank to bank,
Saying “ees ice ose oos,”
Listen to the ding….

And then wriggles her tiny thumb to the side and then up, then she whaps my thumb down with an emphatic “…DONG!”

And she is declared the Thumb Wrestling Champion of Our Household.

***Note: Your version of the lyrics may differ. I looked online to see if there was a “most correct” version of the song, and I ran across dozens of song versions. This one is mine.

Christmas cuties

Sunday, November 25, 2012

For a couple of weeks now, The Big Sis has been begging us to put up the Christmas tree and all of the decorations. I generally hesitate to put them up too early — and outright refuse to do so before Thanksgiving — but we did agree to put the stuff up this weekend, mostly because we’ll be out of town next weekend when we’d be more likely to put it up. We didn’t get everything done, but we did get the tree up and mostly decorated and also bought some lights to put up outside (for the first time ever). I have to admit that I do enjoy looking over in the evenings and seeing the glow of the lights on the tree; it is instantly relaxing.

‘Tis the season!

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Miss speaking

Saturday, November 24, 2012

For the most part, The Big Sis has dropped all of her funny ways of saying things. Refrigerator used to be “frigerlater.” Dog used to be “dog-doh.” (Though, interestingly, The Little Sis has taken on “dog-doh” now.) So many ways she misspoke that were quite amusing.

But she picked up one relatively recently that she continues to hang onto even though we know she knows what it’s supposed to be. Instead of pinky swear, she’ll say “pinky square.” I don’t know why that one amuses me so much, but it really does. She’ll stick out her littlest finger and declare: “Pinky square!”

I like to respond with: “Pinky circle! No, pinky triangle!” πŸ™‚

Sissies in a basket

Friday, November 23, 2012

Apparently The Little Sis graduated to being allowed to share The Big Sis’ traditional spot for watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade: in a laundry basket on the couch. I don’t pretend to understand it, but they love it, and that means I love it. πŸ™‚

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(Also: Yay for post #1,600 yesterday! It didn’t quite feel right to comment on it with that post, but it’s definitely quite a milestone.)

Thanks living

Thursday, November 22, 2012

As it’s Thanksgiving today, that’s a natural time to be thinking about the things in life for which I am thankful. But I found out something yesterday that makes me take an even closer look at how fortunate I really am.

I received a phone call at dinner yesterday from a former coworker who alerted me to the fact that another former coworker’s house burned down yesterday afternoon and they lost everything. She, her husband, and their adult daughter are all okay, but they did lose two cats who had been rescued but ran back into the blaze. My coworker and her daughter were downstairs (the husband was at the store) and were alerted to flames upstairs by a neighbor who noticed it. A cause hasn’t been officially determined yet, but they suspect it was electrical. The house was a complete loss.

My former coworker had lost her job a month before I did, and she hadn’t found anything yet, and she has a series of minor to moderate medical issues. This is just the very bitter icing on the cake.

Ever since I heard about this, I just cannot get it out of my mind. I had kind of a not-great week of my own, including some job chaos with The Husband (short story: he resigned and starts a new job in a couple of weeks) and drama with my mom (short story: she keeps having falls, isn’t herself at all, and seems to be getting through her days in a painkiller-induced fog), but none of it was even close to this. I can’t help but think about how fortunate I am to have a fantastic husband, two wonderful daughters, good health, and a warm, cozy home. I try my best not to ever take those things for granted, but it’s really been put into focus now.

My thoughts are with my former coworker as they find a way to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Wordless Wednesday: Hello, Sweetcheeks

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

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Morning talk

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Things I shouldn’t have to say 1,527 times each morning when getting ready for school:

*You need to start eating your breakfast.
*You need to keep eating your breakfast.
*You need to finish your breakfast.
*We’re going to be late.
*You need to brush your teeth.
*You need to do your mouthwash.
*You need to get dressed.
*Yes, you CAN do it by yourself.
*Come back here, I need to brush your hair.
*We can do that later. Right now you need to leave for school.

Ear we are again

Monday, November 19, 2012

Yesterday The Big Sis very casually told me that her ear hurt. With most kids, you might brush that off, especially considering she didn’t have any other symptoms of illness, but she’s had more than her fair share of ear infections, so when she tells me that her ear hurts, I believe her and take her to the doctor. She wasn’t in misery, so I had her go to school and I scheduled a doctor’s visit for after school to have her ear checked out. The Pediatrician looked at the right ear and said it looked perfect, then said the left ear, the painful one, was “the opposite of perfect,” and said to her, “I bet that hurts you quite a bit, doesn’t it?”

After a long hiatus from ear infections, she’s now had three since the beginning of school, so I asked at what point we should consider going back to the ENT and discuss tubes. He said they generally hesitate to do tubes for older kids since (in theory) they should outgrow the problem very soon, but once we get to 4-6 in quick succession we probably need to discuss it, so he said that yes, we’re getting close if she has any additional recurrences. It’s been interesting this time around — all three of her ear infections have come in the absence of any other symptoms.

I hope we don’t have to go the direction of tubes once again, but at least we know they’ve been helpful two other times, so if it comes to it, I’m hopeful we can get a reprieve from the constant infections (and antibiotics).

Dinner talk

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Things I shouldn’t have to say 1,527 times each night at dinner:

*Sit down in your chair.
*Eat your dinner.
*Let her eat her dinner, and you focus on eating yours.
*I don’t want to see that right now. I want to see you eat your dinner.
*Hold your food over the table or the plate, or you’re going to drop it on the floor.
*Stop getting up.
*If you’re too full for dinner, then you’re certainly too full for dessert.
*Bottom on your chair.
*You need to at least try it.

Nodding off

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Big Sis has only fallen asleep in a weird place twice: in the highchair and once on the floor holding her snack cup when she was sick, both times when she was pretty little. (Weird place = not in our arms, her crib, or the car.) Fifteen months in and The Little Sis still hadn’t fallen asleep in an inappropriate place — until today, when she started dozing off at lunch, quite ready for her nap. She never actually fell all the way asleep, mostly because we all kept erupting into giggles every time she’d do it. We’d laugh at her, she’d open her eyes looking serious, then we bust out into an “okay, okay, you caught me” grin.

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Today was a pajamas day for all of us, all day long. I woke up thinking, “Oof, I feel like I could throw up,” but I figured it was just me being hungry or my antibiotic for my sinus infection. But then suddenly, around 9 a.m., The Big Sis laid on the floor and said her belly hurt, then ran to the bathroom, not quite making it all the way there before she threw up — the kind where it just comes out against her control. Poor girl. We were expecting some visitors a couple hours later for lunch, so we canceled with them, then canceled our trip to Cincinnati tonight for a birthday party. No need to spread the yuck germs to anyone else. Nothing like a little kid-puke to wipe your plans away instantly. She did end up getting sick again when I was napping (but made it into the trashcan we had for her); I was napping because while I never threw up and didn’t really feel sick exactly, I also haven’t felt 100% normal, either. (Example: All I could manage for lunch was mandarin oranges.) I’d had to pick up The Little Sis one day earlier this week when she threw up at school and had, let’s say, questionable diapers, though thankfully that was the extent of her sick, so hopefully the same can be said for The Big Sis (and for me).

Sherpa dad

Friday, November 16, 2012

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Blah blah blah

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Today marks the halfway point of NaBloPoMo. Woo hoo, we’re chugging right along!

Within the past few weeks, but mostly within just the last few days really, The Little Sis has had an incredible word explosion. I know I’m going to miss something, but here are some of her highlights:

*her word for The Big Sis’ name
*dog (usually “dah-dah”)
*belly button (“beh-beh”)
*baby (close to “beh-beh” but slightly different)
*thank you (this one is still morphing, but it most often comes out “tay-tyoo” at the moment)
*yeah (“yah”)

The one that jumped into her vocabulary yesterday, though, was “no.” Now, right now we’re still in the stage where it’s cute and not annoying. I know this won’t always be the case, but it’s so stinking adorable right now. We’ll ask her a question, and she’ll declare, “No. Nonono,” accompanied by an eager shaking of her head. “Are you ready to put your coat on?” “No. Nonono.” “Do you want to put on your pajamas?” “No. Nonono.” Looks like it’s time to stop phrasing non-negotiable tasks in the form of a question!

With The Big Sis enjoying her new reading skills (I promise — more on that soon), it’s interesting to reflect back on all of the steps along the way that got her to that point. It wasn’t one thing that happened that taught her to read — it was a series of skills she gained over the years that brought her to life as a reader. For The Little Sis, those skills really start to take shape NOW, with learning words, learning context, and learning the flow of conversation. These beginning steps will yield a fantastic end result in a few years when she too learns to read.

Wordless Wednesday: Glee

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

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Gimme five

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

On the door of The Little Sis’ classroom for the month of November, there are cutouts of the kids’ handprints, and written on each finger are things that the kids are thankful for. I smiled when I read The Little Sis’:

  • Sissy
  • Mommy
  • Daddy
  • friends
  • baby dolls

To know The Little Sis is to know how much she loves her baby dolls. It’s not quite to the point of a comfort object that has to go with us everywhere, and I’m pretty sure she’d be able to sleep without them just fine, but boy doesn’t she love having them in her crib and sometimes playing with them at other times. So yes, if I could think of one other thing that The Little Sis is thankful for besides her family and friends, it would be her baby dolls. πŸ™‚

Another checkup

Monday, November 12, 2012

On Friday I took The Little Sis to The Pediatrician for her 15-month well check, and it went quite well indeed.

Her stats:
*Length: 31 inches (75th percentile)
*Weight: 23 pounds, 8 ounces (75th to 90th percentile)
*Head circumference: 18 inches (50th to 75th percentile)

Our milestone questions were:
*Can you child walk well? (We also had to demonstrate.)
*Can your child put things into a cup?
*Can your child say 3-5 words?
*Can your child wave bye-bye?
*Does your child bring you things to show you?

(There were two other questions, but the handwriting on my notes is so bad that even I can’t interpret them!)

Not surprisingly, she didn’t like the physical exam too much and cried through the whole thing, and also cried briefly after her two shots, but she recovered quickly and found her smile once again. Yay for happy (and healthy!) babies!

The Pediatrician said she looks great and he doesn’t have any concerns, and I didn’t have any concerns of my own to discuss with him. So next check will be in three months for her 18-month checkup — hopefully we can avoid any sick visits between now and then, but considering that’s the peak of cold/flu season, I’m not holding my breath on that one. πŸ™‚

A helping hand

Sunday, November 11, 2012

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Another open letter

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Dear Modern Medicine:

I have had a sinus infection for nearly two weeks. I finally broke down and went to the doctor today in order to get some help, since I woke up today feeling worse and not better.

Please do your thing and help me feel better. I could really do without the sinus pressure and mountain of used tissues in my house.

Sniffle, Snort

Fresh start

Friday, November 9, 2012

Ever have one of those days where you start the day off not-so-great by yelling at your kid (and maybe throwing her toothbrush and mouthwash, though not at her, at least), setting the tone for just a stellar (not!) day? And then find out at the end of the work day, after working hard on some very difficult spreadsheets, that you weren’t told the complete instructions for the project up front and the 6 1/2 hours you did spend on it were basically wasted, as you’ll have to start over again later (and do work over the weekend)? Yeah, that was my day. I at least had a nice 15-month checkup with The Little Sis (update tomorrow, I hope) this morning, so that was something. But I’m ready to curl up on the couch, watch our Netflix, and start fresh tomorrow.

Progress report

Thursday, November 8, 2012

In mid-October, we had our first parent-teacher conference with The K/1st Teacher, and last week progress reports came home, so this was our first real chance to get an assessment on how The Big Sis is doing in K/1st. We do homework every night with her, and I felt like she was doing well, but it’s hard for us to know since I don’t really have anything to compare her to. However, I’m pleased to say that the report from the teacher was glowing on all fronts, including academically and socially. To my relief, behavior does not seem to be an issue at school, and The K/1st Teacher actually said that The Big Sis “makes friends easily and is easygoing.” I had to stifle a laugh at the second part of that — I’m not sure I’d ever call her easygoing, at least not naturally. With helping her work through the many daily transitions this can be the case, but I don’t necessarily think it’s her default. Still, it was nice to hear this and I hope it continues.

At our meeting, The K/1st Teacher went over the results of a test that The Big Sis did earlier in the year. It’s called MAP (Measures of Academic Progress), and it tests a student’s skill level in reading and math. The test is given on the computer and takes 45 to 60 minutes to complete, though it’s not timed. The assessments are designed to measure individual student performance in reading and math, therefore the computer adjusts questions so each student receives an individualized test. The test is given three times a year — fall (beginning of year), winter (midyear), and spring (end of year) — to help track the students’ progress over the course of the year.

For reading, she received a score of 154, which puts her above grade level (147+ is above grade level) for kindergarten. (Though she’s in a class that completes 1st grade level material, her scores are assessed as a kindergartener.) Her 154 puts her almost at grade level for 1st grade, and I’m confident she’ll do even better for the winter test, as her reading skills have blossomed over the past month or so. (More about that in another post this month.)

For math, she received a score of 163, which puts her above grade level for kindergarten (149+ is above grade level), as well as above grade level for 1st grade too. The Big Sis loves to read, so of course we continue to encourage that, but I’m so pleased to see a good amount of skill in math, and I’m especially trying to talk that up, as I never want her to get to the point of thinking, “I hate math” like so many girls do. In watching her do her math homework, it’s encouraging to see her really put forth a good effort in mastering the material, and I hope that continues.

The progress report we received last week showed a similar snapshot of her school life. In kindergarten they don’t get letter grades but are assessed on a number scale of 1 to 4: 1=not yet within expectations; 2=progressing with help; 3=meets expectations; 4=exceeds expectations. The Big Sis received a 3 in all areas except for two: uses correct letter form in handwriting (which I can see), and writes numbers 1 to 20 (I’m not sure what happened there, as I know she can and does regularly do this). We weren’t told this, but I’m guessing it’s nearly impossible to earn a 4, as there are so many of these assessments where she probably should have received a 4 but did not. Gives them something to work toward, I suppose.

The K/1st Teacher’s comments on the progress report were: “[The Big Sis] is a joy to have in class! She works hard and always tries her best.” Most of all, I was happy to see that she received a 3 in each of the Citizenship categories: participates in classroom discussion, listens and follows directions, displays best effort, demonstrates self-control, demonstrates responsibility/organizational skills, shows respect to others. After our behavior issues hit a low point during the first part of this year and I was particularly concerned about how she would do as it relates to this stuff in kindergarten, I am relieved to see that she has adjusted to this big change well. WHEW! Of course, that could change at any moment — we know that better than many — but I’m just glad that she’s starting off her school career on a good note. The kindergarten adjustment is a big one for all of us, and I think so far we’re doing pretty darn well.

Wordless Wednesday: Sometimes you just need to hug your mama’s legs tight

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

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Civic duty

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

This is going to be one of those lame posts, as I had a busy day with work that overlapped with a day I was dealing with a sick (head/chest cold and a spell of throwing up) Big Sis (naturally right as I was dealing with my main deadline).

But before her illness took a nosedive and before my deadline approached, The Big Sis and I headed to the voting site to cast my ballot for president. I will admit: I got a little choked up as I was explaining to her the process by which we choose our leaders. We live in a great country that allows us this freedom. Last presidential election, she was too little to comprehend — and it’s amazing to think that by the next election, The Little Sis will be able to understand the process.

Thankful and full of love — year-round

Monday, November 5, 2012

Confession: I don’t hate Valentine’s Day. I know it’s the popular thing to bash it, but I think it’s one of those things that becomes what you make it. People always rip it as a “Hallmark holiday” and complain that “I don’t want flowers and teddy bears” and “you should show the people in your life that you love them all through the year, so I don’t need a special day to prove it to the world.” But who says it has to be a “Hallmark holiday” that’s all about flowers and candy and teddy bears? Who says it even has to be about romantic love only? If that’s what you expect of it, then yes, that’s what it will be. Love encompasses many things in life, so why not celebrate brotherly/sisterly love? Love for your parents. Love for your friends. So yes, I do agree that you should show the people in your life that you love them all the time, but I don’t see anything wrong for dedicating a special day to it.

I find a small inconsistency, then, with everyone’s attitude about Thanksgiving. The trendy thing right now is to do “30 Days of Thankful” on Facebook, posting something each day for which you are thankful. I get the sentiment behind it, and it’s overall a great one, but it bothers me for some reason (partly, I think, because I tend to resist jumping on the bandwagon of such online trends myself). But I think it comes down to the fact that if you’re following Valentine’s Day logic, you should be thankful EVERY day, not just on Thanksgiving or in November, just as we should appreciate the love in our lives every day as well. So if we’re going to broadcast that sentiment for Valentine’s Day, then shouldn’t we broadcast the same one for Thanksgiving as well?

But do you know anyone who gets annoyed about Thanksgiving in the same way many people get annoyed about Valentine’s Day? I don’t. They don’t bash the intention or meaning of Thanksgiving Why? Because they’ve made it into what they want it to be.

That’s what I think all holidays should be, really. Make it into what you want. We don’t celebrate the religious meaning of Christmas, but (to me) that doesn’t mean that I can’t celebrate Christmas and focus on the spirit of giving, being kind to others, and helping those less fortunate than us. We don’t celebrate any “evil” of Halloween but instead use it as a fun time with friends and family — sometimes it really can be that simple.

The fact is, holidays DO make us stop and reflect and think about things in a more focused manner. Yes, you should show your spouse you love him every day. Yes, we should be thankful every day. But sometimes we need that reminder amid the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Taking a moment to reflect on the important things isn’t such a bad idea.

And that’s why you don’t turn around the locks…

Sunday, November 4, 2012

If you’ll remember, earlier this year we had to turn around the lock on The Big Sis’ bedroom door as a last resort when we were dealing with difficult behavior issues. Admittedly, we’ve had to use it a few times since we did switched the lock, but it continues to be a last-resort method of getting The Big Sis to isolate herself and calm down. (Okay, and to give us a chance to calm down too.)

Well, we were doing story time in her room tonight. The Little Sis was already in bed, and the house was all secured for the night. (This will be relevant in just a minute.) I attempted to leave the room to get The Big Sis some water but was stopped by a doorknob that wouldn’t turn. Uh-oh. “Okay, who locked the door?” I asked The Husband and The Big Sis. I suspect it was The Big Sis or one of her neighbor friends she’d been playing with earlier that afternoon, but really, it didn’t matter who did it. What mattered was that it had happened and we needed to find a way out.

So what were our options?

The Husband did have his cell phone in the room, so we could call someone who has a key to our house. Well, that would’ve been a viable option if we hadn’t locked the security locks at the top of the front and back doors. It’s the hotel-style ones with a bar (not chain), and those don’t have a key to open them. Next idea.

The Husband could open the window, remove the screen, and get out that way…but then what?! He still didn’t have a key to the house, and even if we’d happened to leave the doors of either car unlocked, we no longer keep our garage door openers in there since we currently don’t park in the garage. Moving on…

There is a metal “key” (basically just a thin, straight piece of metal) that allows you to pick the lock, but we never moved that inside The Big Sis’ room after we switched the lock — it was still just outside her door, so that wasn’t an option. Thankfully she has some wire coat hangers, so we used one of those to try to pick the lock, but after 15 minutes or so, we were still unsuccessful. I looked at the part where the door latches, and I asked The Husband if we could open it with a credit card. He said, “Um, do you have a credit card in here?” Oh, well, um, no, I don’t.

I tried not to focus on the many things running through my head: I really have to pee. What if we can’t get out? What if there’s a fire and we can’t get to The Little Sis in time? I really should’ve gone to pee before story time when I had the chance.

I worked at picking the lock a little while longer when The Husband finally exclaimed, “Hey, wait a minute…” and he bent the coat hanger so he could reach it around the other side of the latch thingie (technical term) and unlock it — like doing it the credit card trick, but from the other side. Whew! We were free.

And that, my friends. why you don’t turn around the locks.

Baby not impressed

Saturday, November 3, 2012

And here’s the school pic mentioned yesterday:

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Picture not-perfect

Friday, November 2, 2012

We have perhaps the smiley-est, happiest baby in the world. It doesn’t take too many clicks to get a good picture of The Little Sis, dimples flashing to the world and radiating sunshine from every pore.

So I was excited when The Little Sis had daycare pictures a couple weeks ago. We put her in a cute little dress and the rest would take care of itself. Right? Right! Oh, wait, not so much.

Today was pickup day for the pictures. They showed me the selection of pictures. The lady said, “Oh, she must not have done very well, because there’s only two poses to look at. Usually they have three for each kid.”

Ruh-roh. That can’t be good. :-/

So I look at the two shots they did get. Maybe there was a good one in there. The first one was merely okay. Nothing close to a smile, but better than the second shot. The second one… How can I describe it? I almost wish I’d bought it just for you to see. Her eyes were starting to well up with tears, the corners of her mouth were starting to turn down oh-so-slightly, and her bottom lip was just starting to poke outward. I think I can tell exactly what happened approximately 0.3 seconds after this photo was taken — poor girl!

I did end up buying the first picture. I can’t say it’s one we’ll distribute to family and friends (there goes THAT plan of including it with Christmas cards), but I bought a copy mostly just as a keepsake for us.

And the even funnier part is that we just got back The Big Sis’ kindergarten school picture proof last week, and it’s just…okay. She’s smiling, at least, but she’s not smiling with her eyes, if that makes sense. I’m actually pretty surprised that they weren’t able to get a better one of her. Again, we’ll buy a small package just as a keepsake, but I can’t say that one will make the rounds with family and friends either. I have two girls who tend to be very photogenic, yet I didn’t get a good school pic out of either of them. I guess we hope for better next year.

An open letter

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Dear National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo),

Please be kind to me. I’m going to attempt to write every day in November, as I have each of the past several years, but I can’t guarantee that each post will be quality writing (see also: this post) — or even writing at all; some days may have to be cute kid pics. For someone with a full-time job, young children, and a household to help manage, this adds quite a challenge, but I’d like to do my best to meet the goal as I have each time.