Nice article from my diocesan newspaper.
“we don’t want any trouble in here in any language”
The Latin back and forth between Peony and Bob in the comments box below is starting to resemble Doc Holliday and Johnny Ringo in Tombstone (one of my all time favorite movies, by the way). Not the part where they are on the verge of a gun fight, but the back and forth and me… Continue reading “we don’t want any trouble in here in any language”
I Hang My Head Down In Shame
My ghetto three year old calls his sister “Shorty.” I know because I heard my daughter in the other room saying “Stop calling me Shawdee!”
Please Explain To Me Again How This Is A Woman’s Right
Hey! Guess What?
TSM turns 2 today! Wow, it has gone by so fast! Here is the first post. Two Sleepy Mommies blogging for two years. And there are still two of us and I know I am at least still sleepy. Um, yeah, nevermind.
These Are So Awesome
Not too much color, but just enough. The lip balm aspect is great!
Coach Carter
*Typed while nursing* Ah, why do I homeschool, let me count the ways. Or you can go see this movie and I won’t have to bother. This movie is perfect example of how kids live up or down to what is expected of them and how at least this particular public school in the film… Continue reading Coach Carter
Habby Derbay!
Gorbulas is three! He is my baby and he is three already! How did this happen? His brothers made him cards out of construction paper and crayons and said “Happy Birthday Gorbulas!” to which he exclaimed “Oh, habby derbay!” He also got a nifty kid sized X-Wing fighter. He is so cute. He still has… Continue reading Habby Derbay!