“I’m grateful to feel control wrested out of my hands and put into the hands of the one Steve Saint called the Master Storyteller. I hadn’t known I still had such a tight grip on the reins.”
We all need to be able to say this
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Monthly Archives: November 2011
A normal Friday
Excerpts from a recent Friday at our house, illustrating life with four boys:
“Ok, Daddy, come on and let me spank you. Bend over.”
“My word! River, no! You don’t throw cereal on the floor!” (A few seconds later) “Tris! Don’t stomp on that cereal!”
“Mom, on my birthday can it be movie day and computer day?”
“Riv went poopoo in the potty chair? Can I see?”
“You two sit down in the middle of the floor, hold hands, and look at each other. Don’t get up ’til I tell you to.”
Last night’s dinner guests
We had a good, busy day yesterday. We had a small party for Morgon’s belated birthday, and had our neighbors, Jerry and Erika’s family, and Rick and Katie’s family come over to go trick-or-treating in our neighborhood with us and hang out afterward.
I had to run to the grocery store for some lettuce for supper, and was asked by a cheerful homeless lady on my way out if she could wash my van windows for some change for something to eat. I was in a hurry, so I gave her a dollar and went on.