What does Sara and Dave talk about on a twelve-year anniversary? Maybe we talked about the pandemic. Or having a little girl who largely remained hidden until she was one. Or three little boys all growing up too fast… Or finances. And God providing. And future plans. You *may* be right. But I will recall […]
–WARNING:– *Actual* Footage of the bros this last week of schoolThe squirrel is so real up in here this week. This is what they’ve been like in the afternoon/evening and I can only imagine what those poor teachers are going through. Teachers… I see you. I yelled at those bros last night. And you’d better […]
My father-n-law LOVES to ask questions.
He is a scientist, after all.
But that day, I was asking all the questions.
Dave and I fley home to Rochester (his childhood home) and I was “meeting the parents.”
WHAT’S A RABBIT TO DO TO GET SOME *RESPECT* AROUND HERE? I’m a very busy rabbit, you know.
I don’t go to sleep until Zeke goes to sleep because he’s usually squeezing me so tight my little lungs cannot inflate.
When he falls asleep, “Tada!,” he relaxes his grip and I can finally drift off… that us, until he rolls over and smashes my fur. It’s like he does gymnastics in his bed!
Our little idea for “Mom’s Not” is getting some legs. Shortly after finishing the texts in February, I applied for a copyright patent for THE TEXT ONLY.
I applied for the text itself, which is considered “the intellectual property.”
So basically, I have copyrighted air. And it smells delicious.
So when dinner was ready, we kept the boys inside and Miss Fussypants went outside, because that tends to make her happy. The two adults sat outside with our plates and tried to keep her somewhat content.
While eating, we heard the crazy-crazy chirping of all of the adolescent birds sitting in our cactus in the side yard. So Dave picked up Rachel to show her the commotion.
I turned around to keep going at the tasks but I caught his crestfallen look.
“Well,” he said, “We’ll just have to do it in the morning.”
I furrowed my brow.
“Ummm…. yeah, we’ll have to pick another time because mornings tend to be a little crazy.”
“But MOM!!!! IT’S DUE TOMORROW!!!!”
What.
WHAT.
Spirit Week.
The scourge of every semester for moms everywhere.
I mean, I suppose there are some who get excited about it. And God bless you if you are. You keep doing you.
I’m going to keep doing me.
And “me” is simply dreading the extra work associated with the various dress-up days.
“Guys. I don’t know what happened. One day I was just minding my own business and my mom was feeding me dinner and BAM! She turns the spoon around and says “K, Zeke, now you try feeding yourself.”
And TJ calls it Se-Donut. And we do not correct him.
Partially, this is because there is an ACTUAL donut shop in Sedona called SeDonut. Which makes me angsty that I don’t own the marketing rights to that. I would have a field day.