Tagged: offspring

19
Jul
2005

A VACATION IS HAVING NOTHING TO DO AND ALL DAY TO DO IT IN*

I feel like I’m cheating every time I do a photo post instead of writing. And since I did 2 in a row, I definitely have that hands-on-hips, stern-look-over-the-eyeglasses, slight-shaking-of-head thing going on. Any minute now, my mental teacher will wag a warning finger at me as I hang my head in shame. Aja baja, fuskis! as my daughter would say. Being on vacation at home feels very slothful. Reducing the world’s population of flies one THWACK at a time does not make for interesting journal entries, and neither, I am sure, does anyone want to read about my ruthless...

02
Jul
2005

GRAB BAG

Martin and I were sitting out on the deck this morning, enjoying the beautiful weather. I had a book, but Martin kept talking to me, so I wasn’t reading much. Suddenly, he asked me if I wanted a foot massage and informed me that he was pretty good at them. “Do you want me to give you one?” he asked. We were sitting at either end of the deck couch, so my feet were right up next to him. “I never say no to a foot rub,” I said, “but were did YOU learn to give foot rubs?” He cocked...

16
Jun
2005

ONE FOR MY INNER CHILD

I think that it must be some sort of parental overcompensation to want to buy your children all the things you never had when YOU were a kid. Especially the toys. I mean, I ALSO want to share with them all the things I had and loved, like certain books,* and Spirograph, and Etch-a-Sketch. But when I stop and think about it, who did I really buy that Slip-n-Slide for last week? We’ve been kicking around the idea of getting one of those gigantic bone-breakers trampolines for the kids for the last year or so, and I think if we...

06
Jun
2005

GROUNDED

Liz: Go pick up your rooms, there’s not that much and it won’t take you long. Martin & Karin: *much grumbling, whining, moping, dragging of feet* Liz: *from the other room, yells* Okay, pick up everything that starts with P! Martin & Karin: *perk right up, begin rushing around muttering to themselves* P, P, pens! P…pokemon! Liz: *breathes a sigh of relief* Martin & Karin: P…P…pärlor! pictures…P, P… Liz: *comes in playroom* …paper! people! Martin: *sternly* WE’RE doing it, Mama. Liz: *leaves* *pause* Martin: Okay, we’re done. Liz: *comes back in* um, no. You forgot the most important P thing...

04
Jun
2005

DO, OR DO NOT, THERE IS NO TRY

We’re on a roll here. A Star Wars roll. We watched the second fifth Empire Strikes Back tonight, and the kids are DEFINITELY too young for these movies, judging by the amount of questions we got peppered with ALL THE WAY THROUGH. Believe it or not, Anders has never seen them either, so it was quite the learning experience around here tonight, in a manner of speaking. We also had a pronunciation lesson on how to stick your tongue out correctly and blow while saying the th sound so that the guy in the black helmet isn’t referred to as...

25
May
2005

THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR SAYING SOMETHING

Why, WHY is this so difficult?? 2 popsicle sticks on the kitchen counter. A tupperware container in the fridge with one corner open (a frequent find). The TV left on in an empty room. 2 socks, a pair of pants, a t-shirt and underwear dropped on the floor IN FRONT OF the laundry basket. Etcetera och så vidare. AAARGH I can hear my mom chuckling all the way from here. My post about rapeseed really touched a chord, it seemed, and today my new friend kejn posted some photos of rape fields taken right around HERE! This is what I...

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