Boondock Ramblings

A little bit about a lot of things

I wrote this one in 2017, so my daughter was about 3 and teaching me some important lessons in my “old age.” I thought I’d share it today for Throwback Thursday. She is drawn to mud puddles like a moth to flame. Like a horse to water. Like a fly to poop. Like me to …

Continue reading

I posted this photo of my daughter and our dog on Facebook recently and my dad commented the following under it: Next to the girl collecting Easter eggs with her dog stands a pair of sawhorses that belonged to her great great grandfather. Just to the left of them is a gnarly maple with different …

Continue reading

Every night and every nap for the last two years my daughter has had to listen to Frank Sinatra’s “In The Wee Small Hours” album while she’s falling asleep. I’ve tried to change the music without her knowing but as young as two she would look at me and say “no. I want frank.” In …

Continue reading

My 3-year old daughter is a caretaker. She takes care of her stuffed animals and our pets and other people’s pets. Sometimes she takes care of me and once in awhile her brother (though she’s usually bossing him around). What she really enjoys taking care of, though, are worms and bugs. I don’t get it, …

Continue reading

Welcome to Clickin’ Moms Four on Four blog circle. For more posts featuring four photos from the previous month click on Bianca Symons and follow the circle all the way around. _____ The oldest found a ditch full of mud and soon it was all over his hands.   And then it was all over her, …

Continue reading

I’m not sure how Miss G’s fascination with ants started or even when but since it’s started we have had to learn to leave enough time before we go somewhere so she can to stop and watch the ants scurry around in their little world on the sidewalk in front of the house. She also …

Continue reading

I  meet my son’s bus at an old school parking lot and usually we head home right away to make dinner and get ready for karate or to get homework started. This past week we’ve had warm temperatures and sunny days but I’ve been too busy to enjoy it. By the time I have been …

Continue reading

This is part of a series called Letters to My Son, where I write a letter to my son once a month. To my son: I’m not going to lie. I’m having a very hard time with you going back to school in a day. When I say hard, I mean my chest gets tight, my …

Continue reading