Archive for February, 2009

A Proud Moment

When BT harvested asparagus from the garden today, I must admit that I was mighty proud of my wannabe-farmer hubby.  If you followed the blog last year, you know that he had nothing but bunny troubles out back. The varmint pretty much gorged themselves on the fruits of BT’s labors, but for some reason, they [...]

Ishikawa

I’m quite confident that Kaoru Ishikawa, a pioneer of quality management processes and father of the Ishikawa (“Fishbone”) diagram, must have had a toddler. One of the premises behind this Six Sigma quality tool is that if you ask “WHY?” five times, you can better understand the cause/effect relationship underlying a particular problem.   Example: [...]

Drool

  This kid must excrete a gallon of drool a day!  

   By the world’s standards, I am well aware that my thighs are too big, my chest too small; my lashes are too short, my skirts too long; my hips are too full, my lips too thin; my roots are too dark, my skin too pale . . . but I am grateful for a precious little [...]

A Good Sport

   Studies indicate that these first few years will be the most formative ones of Tad’s life.  I sincerely hope that the hours spent playing “princess dress-up” with his sisters don’t have long-term negative effects.

Double Take

While heating up micro-tweeze wax in the microwave so that I can rip off some of the catepillar-like unibrow I have crawling across my forehead, I glanced at my grocery shopping list.  Smack dab in the middle of the list was “lingerie.” How the heck did THAT get there? No, I can guarantee that it [...]

Tomboy Training

Vivi is the most girly girl I know, and I LOVE it!  She loves getting her hair done, especially if it involves a bow of some kind. She parades around the house in dress up most of the day and refers to me as “Queen Mother.”  So, when BT called me outside and suggested that [...]

“I’m NOT TIRED!”

These are the words she uttered, even in the very moment that her head dropped and her eyes closed at the dinner table tonight.  One o’clock church is tough for a little two-year-old who still desperately needs her daily nap.    

Sweet

As I handed Vivi each utensil and bowl used to make our magic cookie bars and homemade vanilla ice cream tonight, I was reminded of a sweet story my dad once told me about how his mom would generously dip the spoon into the cake batter before handing it to him to lick.   That’s [...]

If you happened to be in the vicinity of Cristina’s Mexican Restaurant last night at 7:00 p.m. or so and thought that you saw someone resembling me (bags under my eyes, red/chapped nose from a cold, hair that needed to be cut/colored months ago) sitting alone in the bar area, don’t be alarmed.  I haven’t [...]

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