Category Archives: Family matters

In which we discuss matters of the family.

Three things that work for me

08/04/2010 Nichole 4 Comments

A spoonful of peanut butter stirred into my instant oatmeal. It adds protein and a lovely dash of flavor.

Cleaning the bathtub. Actually doing it isn’t much fun, but it’s worth it to have a sparkly clean shower the next morning.

Craigslist RSS feeds. There are a few things I’ve been keeping an eye out for on Craigslist. A few months ago I noticed an RSS button at the button of the page of the search results page, so I added it to my Google Reader. Now when someone lists something like “mid-century modern credenza” or “Ikea Expedit,” it pops up on my Reader page.

Family matters, Homeschool

What kindergarten looks like at our house

08/03/2010 Nichole 10 Comments

When did the years start going by so quickly? When I was 13, the distance between me and 18 seemed epic and endless. Then yesterday I had a baby,* and in fewer than two weeks she’ll turn 5. The day after that, she’ll be a kindergartner. Gather ye rosebuds, I’m feeling old. But this isn’t meant to be about me and my feelings. I was going to tell you what my kindergartner is going to be doing this year, schoolwise.
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Family matters

Stink Stank Stunk II: Revenge of the Nap

07/30/2010 Nichole 4 Comments

Years ago, I told you a story about a little girl and a big mess, and it was very, very gross. In summary: BabyPoppy was taking a nap and her diaper failed and horrors commenced. Pete’s version involved not only his bed but a visit over to my room, where his pal Addison was taking a nap.

Two miracles:

Addison escaped his visit unscathed, despite massive amounts of — um — scathe nearby, including on my pillow.

I didn’t vomit.

So the kids are watching Nick Jr. now, because I’ve given up on their naps after all that commotion. (Also, I don’t want to walk back into the bedroom just now. Flashbacks.) Pete has been decontaminated, Addison has been disinfected just in case, and the washer is very busy scrubbing away the awfulness. I wish there were something that could scrub my brain clean, though, because I think I’m going to have to get a new bed otherwise.