The house league baseball boys were in dead last place most of the season.
Somehow, they turned it around, and on Friday night they went to finals.
They will either win the championship, or come in second place.
Before my teen had to leave for the diamond that day, he needed a sustaining and filling meal.
So, I cooked. 😮😉😁
I think there’s something wrong with my brain.
Wednesday came and for the most part it was just a regular day. Until the new car was stolen.
Except, that’s not what happened.
Given how much I had to do to get this cake figured out on behalf of little Miss Slime-Maker (aka too busy to bake), the cake turned out looking a little… Continue reading
For the record:
Today I’m procrastinating.
Yesterday I accidentally dropped a guinea pig into his cage where he landed on a rock.
Granted, there was hay on the rock, and the fall wasn’t that far, just a few inches, but still.
Hope he doesn’t have a piggie concussion. (He’s fine, I checked twice and again this morning.)
It’s his fault anyway; why would he leap out if my arms like that? He appeared to enjoy the snuggle just a minute earlier….
Speaking of concussion, the kids went for a baseline test last week. And naturally, us being us, there had to be an adventure… 😂 Continue reading
It is my unsolicited opinion that there is a direct link between control and happiness.
But it’s more complicated than that. Because control is a loaded word that requires further analysis.
So does happiness.
I’m going to make this a 2-part series because otherwise, confusion will abound… 😂
Let’s start with control. Continue reading
Last night I asked my son about school. From there the topic continued and I brought up my blog post about unschooling.
I asked them if they remembered their grandmother telling us the story about her playing hooky in Kindergarten. Continue reading
When my mom was a Kindergarten-aged child in the late 1940s, she regularly skipped class.
No one kept attendance, it seems. Or if they did it wasn’t as rigid as it is today with automated phone calls and amber alerts all over media…
For added perspective: try to imagine a small city in Switzerland, near the metropolitan city of Zürich, during the late 1940s and early 1950s…kids in general were not really parented in the way that we do it today.
I think most of us know this. 🙂
So anyway, here is my mom as a child, with long, brown braids, marching off to Kindergarten every morning while her mom tended to several younger girls at home.
Except, on some days, my mom didn’t go to Kindergarten at all. Just decided it was much more interesting to hang around anywhere else. 😉
Every day my teen comes home from school and asks for pizza. thanks
This Saturday morning in September promises to be hot and sunny. Perfect weather for baseball.
One kid took off with her dad to play the first of at least two, maybe three games this weekend. They left about 25 minutes before I did with the other kid.
Her baseball team starts playoffs this morning, and her diamond is slightly further away than her brother’s.
My son plays his last regular season game today. His playoffs start next weekend.
As I type this I’m sitting in my baseball chair, without coffee, at 8:55 am at my son’s diamond.
It’s already hot, but not unpleasant (yet).
I have to pee.