Category: Tiller

Nobody Even Knocked Over the Baby Jesus

Tiller’s Christmas program was this morning at St. Bede’s. I, of course, ran completely late and didn’t get to drink any coffee before, during, or after the program. So, one part of me was all sad that it was Tiller’s last “little girl” Christmas program, and the other half was just holding on to a thread of sanity until I… Read more →

California Is Scary

According to Tiller. . . We were sitting around the kitchen table and somehow California came up. Tiller blurted out, “California is scary!” “What? I said. “Why is California scary? You have never even been to California!” “But there’s that hotel.” I stare blankly at her. “Hotel?” She stares at me like I am the dumbest person on earth. How… Read more →

Of Star Talkers and Cavemen

Tiller and I went to the lake on Friday, while Todd stayed home with Rollie for Sat. soccer. We got there late, so we went to Bojo’s for a late dinner. On the way home, driving back across the lake’s twin bridges, I heard her whispering, “You stars are so small. You must be very, very far away.” I love… Read more →

Fantastic Friday

Get 5-year-old dressed as Dorothy Gale. Take pics of kid in driveway, trying to elicit smiles by making husband do flying monkey impersonation. Check Get to school barely on time. Check. Try to complete work for job that actually pays; Get only about 1/4 done. Stress about it rest of day. Check. Deal with fallout for calling neighbor a jackass.… Read more →

A Good Birthday

I will do a post for Tiller’s birthday this coming week. Right now, I don’t want to take time out from this wonderful day. Early October on the lake is the absolute best. Cool for coffee on the screened porch and birdwatching. Finished The Exile. Warmed up and the kids swam while I continued reading my book club book. Fished… Read more →