thing one: chapter 13

Today Thing One is 13. Those who know her well might say she’s been there for about 10 years. I like to think she got all that attitude out of her system at 3. And 7. And 9. And 11. There was twelve, too. Yeah, well, maybe they’re right. But they’ve been great years. And certainly never a dull moment.

auld angst syne: a holiday recap

It didn’t feel crazed while it was happening. Now that Things One and Two are back in school and Pop is back to work, all is returning to the usual pace. That’s a good thing. Not that the holidays were a bad thing. They’re just so, so much.

Any season that starts with pounds and pounds of chocolate, up to our elbows in in our hair, can’t be bad at all. Don’t tell anyone, but there are still a few truffles hidden away.

The Things mostly got along, but we’re definitely in the throes of adolescence. When they were babies, I wondered what it would be like when they were 12 & 13. We’re about to find out… Thing One will be 13 tomorrow.

No less a monumental transition, Pop turned 50 on New Year’s Day. A brand new 50 year old and and a brand new teen. Under the same roof. Uh-huh.

And to all you parents out there who thought it was a brilliant idea to give your kids Chocolate phones for Christmas and those pricey Abercrombie jackets…uh, thanks. The Things do just fine in the material goods department, but some of your little darlings would have done well to have gotten some manners for Christmas. Oh well… parenting wouldn’t be any fun if it weren’t a challenge. Nah.

The days roll on. While Global Warming may suck on a cosmic level, I can’t complain about the local effect.

Happy New Year!