It’s been kinda quiet on the blog lately and you might be wondering…where’s my mother? Didn’t she come back from summer vacation?
Is she off having a wild toga party??
Did she shrink into a fairy and get lost in the wild chives in our garden?
Is she a total basket case who forgot she loves writing??
No, she’s homeschooling us! She misses you all and hopes to appear again soon!
We’re working really hard…see? Look at the floor!
Today we attempted to skip the toddler’s nap so he wouldn’t stay up so late…
So much for that idea!
It’s fun to read in the early afternoon!
It’s a good quiet time activity…
….but awfully tiring!
Tocolate is for cake and it’s really yummy.
Can you tate off mine shirt? It is made of peanut butter…and I don’t want it.
Me: What would you like for dinner, honey?
Hmmmm, delly beans.
Me: Anything more dinnery than that?
Tocolate soup.
Oh, chocolate soup, eh?
3 year old: “Mama, what does tummy-flute mean?”
Me: “A what?”
5 year old: “She means tummy flu.”
Me: “Oh, to have a sick stomach and need to throw up.”
3 year old: “I won’t throw up cause I only have a little tummy-flute.”
Me: “Oh, that’s good.”
3 year old: “Sorry, I have a coughing tummy; don’t worry. And I keep coughing and the air doesn’t get my cough because the air doesn’t want my cough but I don’t want to be sick, except the air wants to be sick but it doesn’t want to have the tummy flu.”
Me: “Ooooh….”
Just East Of Crazy Land 