Weekly Photo Challenge: Extra, Extra!
Clara went to pick a peony and found a little something extra!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Extra, Extra!
Clara went to pick a peony and found a little something extra!
In my experience you teach the first child manners.
You teach them how to sign please before they can speak it. By the time they talk they ask for things with complete sentences and when they tell stories, (so many stories) it is done in a fairly normal, if excited, speaking voice.
The second child you try. But the first child is “helping” by making up pretend signs that change minute to minute so the sign language thing never really catches on. And your hands are so full with the first child’s polite, but attention seeking stories, that so long as the second child says what they want instead of sitting and wailing until you figure it out, you no longer care exactly how the information is presented.
The third child, the third child is loud.
As the first child continues to jabber on night and day, the second continues with her demands and the third is left with only one option -loud.
Polite, but loud.
Full sentences, at top volume.
Stories, just as many stories as that first child, but louder ones.
Songs, all sung at top volume.
(Yes, I know the video is sideways, please tell me if you know how to fix it!)
And you try, you really try to pay attention to them when they ask for something the first time, when it might be in a nice normal voice. But, you are the mother of three and, inevitably, you miss it. The over shadowed and ignored third child defaults back to loud and you finally respond. The behavior is rewarded, you sigh because you know what you just contributed to, again, and the third child continues to be loud.
Happy – but loud.
Yes, in my experience, the third one is the loud one.
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. 
If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see. Inspired by SouleMama.
It was a baseball game of four generations, our ages spanned 86 years, and our abilities were just as varied.

The youngest spent a lot of time exuberantly running the wrong direction and shrieking excitedly.
The oldest spent a lot of time laughing from the pitchers mound.
We lost outfielders, changed positions at random, stole bases and laughed until it was time to come in for dinner.
It was the most fun I’ve had playing baseball since Great Gramps last big birthday party!
Happy Birthday Great Gramps!
I’m linking up with Northwest Frame of Mind tonight and her 1 Day 1 World project. The game took place between 5:00-6:00 this week, click over to see what else was happening around the world in the five o’clock hour!
Once again I find myself shoving a book under the nose of everyone who walks in the door.
Forcing them to look at the amazing illustrations, the literary references in picture, the mad bear eyes, the story and the last page – oh, I love the last page. Waiting expectantly for them to gush over it as well, not caring if they have kids at home to read to or not, because this book is amazing people – it’s amazing!
Probably my friends hate it when I find a new picture book I love.

Would I Recommend it? Absolutely. All five of us give it a thumbs up!
Thanks to What is ML Reading Now? for the excellent recommendation!
Once upon a Monday, a lady was going to do things.
They were going to be real, adult things that involved leaving the house and seeing people.
There were plans.
It was exciting.
Then the reality of life with three young girls came and smacked her upside the head and she instead played Barbies at a car repair center.

They were remarkably cute and well behaved and so the lady spent an enjoyable afternoon following them from flower to flower while taking pictures.
The End.
There are times when it’s funny, (if inappropriate) to joke that your two year old is possessed by demons.
While reading this book is not one of them.
Of course John didn’t know I was reading a book full of witches and magic and demonic powers and other scary stuff. And Jane was having an odd and terrible night. And it’s not John’s fault he can make a harmless comment and then fall asleep 2.7 seconds later.
But it wasn’t funny.
Would I recommend it? I only like to give a recommendation if I think anyone and everyone would like it and should read it. In this case I enjoyed it, but I don’t know that I would give it to someone who doesn’t enjoy a book of magic and history and witches but, if that’s your thing, go find it!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story
We sat, truck idling, windshield wipers flapping, watching in horror and fascination as the big machine went to take yet another bite of out of our old house.
There it all was.
The expanding road that forced the move, and the remains of our first house. It’s paltry insulation rests among the shingles we put on ourselves. The front door that never closed well enough to lock properly falls out the side as my favorite red shutters fall off the front. The bay window still stands as the remaining peony gets crushed under the mess. An un-grounded kitchen outlet lays exposed as my handmade curtains hide just beyond the window.
That was this morning. Tonight, it’s gone.
Nothing but memories now.