A global economy

I was trying to talk to the girls about learning a different language, because I found an immersion school I’d love for them to attend. I always regretted we weren’t speaking other languages in school as kids. I was explaining that we have a global economy, etc very important.

Evie let me know she’s already on top of it, she can talk with animals. Lily assured me she knows lots of different voices. She demonstrated by speaking baby, fairy, queen, and monster.

My kids are definitely going to Harvard.

#ivyleaguebound #livevicariously

It finally happened.

This morning we left early enough to drop all the littles off at their respective schools for the day, and have time for a quick egg sandwich with JUST E and me. We rarely have a chance to be together, the 2 of us alone, in the hustle and bustle of 3 kids and work.

Today was the day my eldest and I would have a few moments, and I was so excited to ask, “E, want to go get an egg sandwich with mommy before school or shes would you rather we go home and ride the bus?” We all know the answer……duh! Egg sandwiches are our thing. The tie that bonds, our appreciation for a good breakfast sandwich and time together.

But today she replied, “hmmm, would we be late to school?”

“No, right on time,” I replied.

“Mmm, I’ll ride the bus so I can see my friend Sara”



I’ve been sold out for a 7 year old.

They say it goes fast, and I know tonight after school we’ll snuggle, but sometimes “fast” runs up and smacks you in the face when you least expect it.


…in tune to & simultaneously with your kids’ screams, while probably not helpful in any situation, is definitely cathartic. I just did it. While I feel slight shame, I feel relieved of my burden of anger at my ineptitude and their stubbornness.

Try it. Then apologize to your kids, because that is truly modeling good behavior.

I used “kids'” plural possessive, because once you start…they all join in. Just a warning.


Sent my girls to the kitchen…

on an ant hunt. I said, “get them all or they will take over the house from the crumbs you left at lunch” My kids eat like coyotes and leave scraps in heaps under their chairs. The ants have practically nominated the trio of scrap leavers president of their colony.

Today I sent them into the kitchen armed with shoes and toilet paper to rid the kitchen of ants. As my middle went to go wash the carnage off her shoe, my oldest came to show me her “little friend”. The last ant left of the hunt. I took a picture, then grabbed him and rolled him into a ball. Yeah, we’re those kind of parents. I told her to get back into the kitchen and found myself calling out, “FINISH THEM!!!!” as she walked away. They are still in the kitchen, one is finishing them, while the other is attempting to corral survivors and tell the ants it’s going to be okay.

A life lesson from kids. No matter what, one way or the other, it’s going to be okay. It all depends on your perspective.

Update to this post: my oldest convinced the youngest to collect ants on a tray and make an ant family. They want to grow up to farm ants. What have I done? Been crowned Bad guy of the ant world. Proud.