Summer is killing my kid. Okay, okay. Not literally. Truthfully, most of the summer's been great. But this week... this last week before school starts. Ooof.
Tubing. Boating. Waterskiiing. Archery. Woodcrafting. Golf cart driving. And real, real tasty food. Life at Camp Kellogg is pretty dang good.
Jane & I went rock climbing a while back. She's been obsessed since then. When I say obsessed, I mean more conceptually than practically--it took me months to get her back in the rock climbing gym after that first time. But surely not for lack of her asking. And asking. And asking. Here's the thing... Continue Reading →
I sort of threw Jane in dance so I’d have an extra day to work past 2:30 pm. She seemed to like it. But sometimes it’s hard to tell if Jane likes an activity or just likes hanging with her friends. I don’t begrudge her that. I like to hang with my friends, too. And if she’s hanging while she’s doing pirouettes or what-the-hell-ever, so much the better.
So I told her to make her own damn sandwich. (Note: I did not actually say damn out loud. But I said it real, real loud in my head. I think she could probably hear it) She huffed and puffed while she made her sandwich. I took my coffee and my English muffin to the other side of the kitchen, where her huffing was muted by the snorting of the dog.