Maggie: you know what? When I get old in probably gonna look weird. Yeah I think some old people look weird but I still love them.



Another day: another million snacks. It’s 10:29 a.m. We got up at 8:15. So far *for one kid* I have fixed oatmeal with blueberries and bananas, graham crackers and Nutella (served on a tray) and “can noodles and rice”. I know. It’s a monster of my own creation.

Also, I may complain about the frequency with which i must fix food (no less than every 10 minutes) but I’m very, very thankful that I have food to fix…so much food that my kids have CHOICES and will not go hungry for lack.



Now, not only does the Princess tell me exactly what she wants for snack (for example: Nutella-on-graham-crackers-with-chocolate-chips-you-put-them-on OR Nutella-on-graham-crackers-with-chocolate-chips-I’ll-put-them-on), NOW she dictates how I bring it to her. “On that black tray because I’m the princess.”




Maggie did something rude to Tommy then went and started climbing the doorway with a smirk on her face. I was getting on to her when she fell. She said “that’s my punishment. Go ahead and laugh if you want to.”



Maggie: if I have two things and one’s easy and one’s hard, I do the hard one first. I always keep that in a checklist. Are you wondering where it’s at? It’s in my brain.