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Porter: “Mom, how would the world be different if baking soda and vinegar didn’t fizz up when they’re combined?” I had no answer for this.  Your thoughts are welcome. By the way, Porter has learned to fashion things out of balloons.  His “Cross-Eyed Training Hat” is pictured above.  He’s looking

Now that Finn has made the exhilarating move from elementary school to the junior high, he comes home thrilled with the perks of his new school.  He spends most of dinner taunting his brothers with the vast improvements in his living conditions while they listen, stunned that such scenes are actually possible and await them in just three years.

Porter participated in a golf camp last week as Bill and I continued our search for the physical activity that’s going to rock his world.  His shorts were a good five inches longer than the other players’, as was his hair, and for the first couple of days he insisted on wearing his John Lennon

Some transcendent presence has exerted its power over our house. Bingo III (or IV?) was looking ill the other night.  I noticed in the midst of preparing dinner and hoped I could put off euthanasia until later. In my experience,  a fish belly-up is a sure sign of a goner.

Drew and Porter know that when you make popcorn, it’s critical to have the floor covered with a towel and the 409 handy.  These precautions will result in a delicious snack and a mom who doesn’t freak out, about this activity, anyway. In other news, you can read my woeful tale of carpool rejection.  Grab a hankie first.

I took Finn to register for the junior high this morning, and once again I praised God I do not have a girl.  While we were in the seventh grade hall and I was teaching Finn how to work the combination lock on his locker (a tricky task for a lefty), I realized that the girls’ moms were weighted down with bags of supplies.  I left Finn practicing his new skill while I investigated.

The annual Foosball tournament is Bill’s pet project, and he applies the same concentration and diligence to creating the teams and brackets as he does in crafting a legal brief. None of the moms play foosball on a regular basis during the year, what with raising children and all, and the kids who are saddled with a mother as a teammate struggle to hide their disappointment.

I’m in a house at the beach with double the number of penises I usually live with.  This year we’re sharing a house with our friends from Memphis, who also have three boys.  One is Finn’s age and the others are four and eighteen months– precious reminders of those ages which seem so far away with my

Last night at dinner Bill asked Drew to lead the blessing. “Wiki wiki what, wiki who, wiki how?” Drew said. Bill and I looked at each other, confused, and Bill assigned Finn the task. Finn chose to teach us a blessing he’d learned at church camp.  It was to the tune of “We Will Rock You” and we

I know you’re feeling warm and fuzzy inside.  Part of that (the warm) is because it’s summer, and I can’t explain the fuzzy.  Maybe you drank too much, or you french-kissed your cat. At any rate, put those “Yes We Can!” feelings to good use.  Sunday (what’s that, the 29th?) we’re all going to buy