Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Last night my family and I sat down with a gift that TO's going to be giving it to a friend for her birthday. It's a fun game called Pun Intended. The way it works is this- there are flashcards with an image on one side. This image is meant to represent a phrase or... Continue Reading →
TO, who usually looks at venomous creatures and reptiles with cartoon hearts in his eyes, just bellowed for me from one end of the house. This time, it was because a SINGLE.TINY.LITTLE. SPARROW was sitting on the floor, in the middle of our dining room. The sparrow flitted from the floor to the dining table... Continue Reading →
The family was playing Pictionary before dinner last night. TO decided to choose the Super Hard mode for generating the challenges. I mention this beforehand so there will be moderately less judging about why I gave the answer I did. TO was furiously drawing scenes of battle etc on the board and I in my... Continue Reading →
Last night I'd asked TO to do one of his usual chores and he did; while holding firmly onto the tv remote. And I, being a person to *never* let a snarky quip pass me by, told him that once he grew up and if he had kids, would have to eventually put the remote... Continue Reading →
the moment an adult goes to the loo, a child will need them for something. That something will be critical to the child for sure but not register at all on the adult scale for important things. My niece is spending a few hours with me and after Hangmaning, drawing and doing all the things... Continue Reading →
I was looking at a picture of a tardigrade because ever since the Octonauts educated TO about them, he returned the favor by educating me and I have never got over how tiny and cute the "water bears" are. TO is still very light on his feet and can creep up almost noiselessly (unless he's... Continue Reading →
A hectic Monday and a car that was clearly feeling Zen.
Red took us all out to play pickleball last evening and as always kept coaxing me to play something rather than have my nose buried in a book or my Kindle. And I, as always, was lethal on the court. Mercilessly swinging the racket like it was a sword and the ball like an enemy... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 