I don’t usually do giveaways here at the Five Kids blog, mostly because giveaways require things like organization and forethought, and I have FIVE KIDS so organization and forethought are in very, very short supply around these parts. But there are things about this last season — this last season of politics and rhetoric and shootings and bombings and people who are hurting in the darkness — that have made me feel at times helpless and afraid. ...
“Hey, Mom! Mom. Mom. Mom. Guess what?”
The 7-year-old was ecstatic after school yesterday. Good news was in the offing, I could tell.
“You know my friend, Chase? At school? He’s, like, a boy. At school? In my class? At school?”
Yeah. I think I know Chase. Do you go to school with him?
“Well, he got to go SNOWBOARDING over winter break! SNOWBOARDING, Mom.” ...
Everyone knows all best games get expansion packs from time to time.
Like Catan: Cities and Knights.
And Ticket to Ride: Europe.
But you may not be aware of this critical piece of information: Completely Unheard Of Games get expansion packs, too!
Like Space Hulk Death Angel: Deathwing Space Marine. ( <– this is a real game)
And Rogue Trader: Citadel of Skulls ( <– also a real game), which, as far as I can tell, is a role-playing game about parenthood where “the great beast” is clearly Sleeplessness, as in “a great beast has awakened, hungering to fulfill its dark purpose. Before you and your fellow Explorers can attempt to seek it out and ultimately destroy it, you must uncover what and where it is. Finding the answer is a nearly impossible undertaking…” ...
I gave my dad homemade cinnamon rolls for Christmas because I’m a kind and loving daughter.
And because I’m amazing and can do All of the Things at Christmas time!
And maybe a teeny tiny bit because I let my kids eat the cinnamon rolls I gave my dad for Father’s Day.
All of them.
As in, I let my kids eat every single cinnamon roll I gave my dad for Father’s Day, and my dad didn’t get any. ...
My parents always called it Fun Family Time Together, or, abbreviated, F2T2. And there was a LOT of F2T2 during my childhood years.
To be clear, anytime my mom pulled out the F2T2 Phrase in a voice pitched with forced enthusiasm, we knew we were about to enter FAMILY HELL.
Long trip on a rickety train with a questionable safety record through the Indonesian mountains, our mouths raging infernos from cripplingly spicy fried rice we didn’t know how to order “mild,” on our way to our new home where we weren’t at all sure we wanted to live? ...
I slept past my alarm this morning. It strummed the iPhone alarm strum mockingly at me and I hit snooze. And then I hit snooze again. And then I pushed my face deeper into my pillow and yelled, “why? Why? WHY?” and hit snooze again.
It was, in other words, a morning like every other morning.
Except this morning something wonderful happened. Something beautiful! Something miraculous! ...
Reposted from December 2012 because Christmas is almost upon us, and I don’t know about you, but I need something to be ridiculously simple right now.
Do you already know about this fudge recipe? Do you? Because, if so, you should not have been keeping it to yourself all these years. I cannot even believe the amount of time I spent standing over a stove waiting for marshmallows to melt, you guys. That’s time I’ll never get back. ...