A better week but still not easy. One bright spot? This NPR interview with Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day author Judith Viorst. Like all the great children’s books there are layers of meaning that can aid both adult and child. One of the reasons I love this book is that there is no judgment of Alexander’s behavior.
As a Dad, I often to want to correct things or make things better for the girls. That’s not always possible as Alexander reminds us. And that’s OK. Sometimes it’s good and necessary to just sit with our emotions. The current always-on, look-over-here, life hack culture makes this difficult (by design). But it’s important to remember that you don’t always need to immediately fix something and that having a bad day is a (necessary) part of life.
Fitness instructors are fond of saying the hardest part of working out is showing up. They should try working out and simultaneously entertaining a dog that still acts like a 2-year old puppy.
Did I mention he also has terrible breath?
I’m fond of saying I’ll eat just about anything if it’s wrapped in a tortilla.
You can get Ally to do just about anything if she’s in her pajamas and sitting in front of the TV.
Except maybe read a book. This morning she combined TV, arts and crafts, and scrambled eggs.
Just like it’s a minor faux pas to wear the band t-shirt to the band that you are seeing in concert, is it okay to wear the musical t-shirt while you practice music from that musical?
Not pictured: Ally “I think my feet need some sparkle before I practice” as she hunted through Michelle’s closet for the best high heels to wear.
The kitchen project is an official go. Real money has been proffered and now real decisions (a lot of them!) are getting made. Kind of.
A rare picture of the indoor house cat outside in the wild. Michelle can’t make cabinet decisions and mow the lawn simultaneously. Or can she?
No, she can’t. Plus, when she made it back home from the kitchen place, she was fired up to start the great clean out.
What we lacked in actual hours today (turns out making cabinet pull decisions takes a lot of time), she made up for in enthusiasm.
Good bye $10 dollar church garage sale end table from 2006. You were money well spent. May you find a good third home at the swap station.
I remember back in ’09 when the swap was just a haphazard pile in the far northeast corner.
Now there are aisles and tents, rules and separate rooms.
Some things in life just have universal appeal no matter the time or place.
I’m sure there was something similar in Victorian England, too. Six pence for a thaumatrope.
Wait a minute, what’s this? Unsuggested and unforced reading?
Part of me thinks she’s just messing with me. The other part is trying not to overreact and play it cool.
A nearly perfect June night was a good opportunity to pull out the tent.
We also dusted off the outdoor 50 brick oven.
Still need to tweak the design to get more heat on the cooking deck.
We got there in the end but needs to cook much faster.
It was a toss-up between the nostalgia and peanuts of Mr. Goodbar (or Mr. Glory as Ally calls them) and the dark chocolate with coconut as the best s’mores accessory.
There was also a lively debate about the top 5 feel good, replayable 80s songs. The consensus that emerged was the the 80s had too many good songs to pick just five.
Also, young kids know nothing about music!
It’s hard to have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day when it ends fireside with red wine and chocolate.