A few years back, one of my all-time favorite students mocked me for driving a clunker with a smashed bumper to school every day. He pitied me so that he put a coffee can on my desk and labeled it “Mrs. Lariviere’s bumper fund.” Now that we’ve been living off one salary for the past three months, only one question comes to mind.
A reminder that God has a sense of humor:
Marry a guy for his spectacular blue eyes, then watch all three of your kids’ eyes turn brown.
Now that’s my kind of sound machine.
I used to have a sound machine that played cricket choirs, ocean waves and waterfalls. Now that I have kids, I’d like one with three of the world’s most soothing sounds: a BOOM followed by hysterical screaming (meaning the kid’s still alive); simultaneous snoring from all three bedrooms; and SPLAT, meaning the spit-up missed the shoulder and hit the floor. You all can keep your oceans, waterfalls and crickets.
Milestones
It has been a month of many milestones for Anna, who has discovered (and sampled) all her fingers and toes, can grasp onto her toys, and successfully rolls from back to belly. Now, if she could only get the belly-to-back thing down, we’d all be getting a lot more sleep around here.