About LemonpussI am living the dream and staying home to raise my three kids while my wife and I try to renovate our 150 year old farmhouse and keep the grapevines from consuming the house. We are a free-range family, and I spend my days with the kids crafting, gardening, canning fruit, and keeping the peace. Some days I'm lucky enough to fit in a little knitting. (Now with more kindergarten!)
Contact me:lemonpussblog at yahoo dot com
Author Archives: lemonpuss
My wife and daughter have traveled to my father-in-law’s house in the Adirondacks to help getting his house ready to sell. I’m home with the boys, experiencing a quiet(ish) morning. To-do list, eggs collected from our hens to be delivered, … Continue reading
Truman: Mom, I wish I could marry (the puggle dog) Dodger. Me: I know. You really love him. Truman: yes, I do. But he’s not the marrying kind of person. He’s the dog kind of person. Me: indeed.
My children made my dreams come true. My children suck the life out of me daily. Nothing restores my love for them like watching the photo stream on my computer while they sleep. I watch the smiles with newly missing … Continue reading
I’ve hacked into my WordPress account! I’ve got logins, passwords, and best of all, it’s on my phone now, too. Bring on the posting!
“It’s bedtime! Each of you can pick one book.” Grif dug into “Survivors: the night the titanic Sank” and hasn’t spoken since. Truman is reciting from memory the entire “Ladybug Girl” in his hands, and Maya’s, well, she’s a tad … Continue reading
In the act. DUDE. I’m right here! Unhand my panties.
Maya made a chart to keep track of who gets to disembark first from the bus so they don’t have to jostle each other. So civilized!
It never stops being exciting. At 8:15 on a Sunday night, I’m glad I bought enough dollar coins to cover a mouthful of fairy visits.
With children 6 1/2, almost six, and two, there is much jockeying for the biggest piece, the best toy, mommy’s undivided attention, the first turn. More often than not, though, they work it out and pitch in together. There are … Continue reading
Or the school bus. Whatever.