I like ampersands and semicolons and libraries and notebooks and trains and bathtubs and photographs and Post-it notes and chin-ups and piggy backs and Saltines and skim milk and harmonicas and corduroys and steak and soup spoons and rain boots and headbands and sunglasses and tutus and, especially, knee socks.
Apr9
We take approximately one good picture a year, and I think this one is probably it for a while. I love these kids, you know. Don’t say it enough, certainly, but it’s true.
I took tomorrow off of work, so that I can take my sweet time getting back to Boston. I have not missed a single day of work this year, so I am excited but also a little anxious about my babies. How I am going to leave them for good in three months’ time is anyone’s guess.
Nov25
Road trip!
Nov24
My brother wants you to know that he was (ED: narrowly) victorious for the 10th straight year in our family’s annual field goal kicking competition. He celebrated by taking this selfie, obviously. I’m not too upset, because I was crowned champion in the Ladies’ Division. 25 yards, baby.
(that was a humble brag)
(I was the only lady in the competition)
Apr25
You think that’s disgusting?! The other day I found half a chicken breast in there!
Because she is fourteen and sensitive and he is just plain gross, my sister refuses to share a bathroom with my brother, choosing instead to use the one in my parents’ room. This means that for the majority of the year, little bro has his own bathroom to abuse. This also means that when we are all home, like we were this weekend, I have the pleasure of sharing a bathroom with both of my brothers. Shit gets real in there. (Pun intended?)
This is a direct quote from my mother, in response to my voiced displeasure at finding granola bar wrappers on the floor near the toilet. Who eats granola bars in the bathroom? I had asked.
Dec24
Also, my presents to my siblings may or may not be themed “If We Had a Family Band”…
