Simple Sunday–Windows Key + L

Recently I have been finding strange screenshots and additional tabs open on my computer.I started locking my keyboard. 


Chloe, took one last nap on my keyboard, discovered that she could no longer wreck havoc and immediately lost interest.

I do wonder how many emails she sent from my account before I locked her out.

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The Toilet Paper Situation

Yesterday Cody had his friend Debbie over to hang out (at 12 years of age, I assume the term “play date” is no longer applicable.  I am fine with this, not ever really liking that term anyway).  They had plans for Minecraft followed by some swimming, followed by more Minecraft.

Before Debbie came over, I did the usual ack-people-are-coming-over panic cleaning.  Clutter was removed from counters, the floor in the boys’ room was unearthed, and the vacuum was wildly driven around the house.

As I walked down the hall to put something away, I met Carter who was going the other direction.  We passed each other near the entrance to their bathroom, which also moonlights as the guest bathroom. 

me:  Carter, how is the toilet paper situation in your bathroom?

carter:  Without breaking stride and sounding taken aback by my question – I don’t know.  I don’t use it.

me:  You don’t use it?!?

carter:  Well, barely ever,  he muttered as he rounded the corner and disappeared from view.   

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Simple Sunday – Brunch with the Dog

Brunch is a great way to start any Sunday. 


A place where you can take your dog for brunch – even better!







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Too Much Minecraft?

Cody:  How do you make it spawn a new page?

I showed Cody how to open up a new blank document in Word and left him to continue his school work. 

His question had me laughing on the inside but made me wonder if he is, perhaps, playing too much Minecraft.

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Where is the egg to spawn a new page?

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Nighttime Manners


The command came from Carter who was fast asleep in his tent.  (He has been indoor camping in the bedroom he shares with his brother for several weeks now in a pop-up tent.)

The loud command woke me up.  It was 3:00 a.m.  Ugh. 

I tossed and turned and had finally gotten to that heavy, almost sleep state, when his shout rang through the air.

“Thank you!”

Now I am up for good but at least I am proud of Carter for having good manners even in his dreams.

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Sixty Minutes vs. One Hour

Tonight during our dinner conversation, riveting as they always are, the topic of the t.v. show Sixty Minutes came up.  It is a news show that Husband and I both have fond childhood memories of.  (Apparently it flew by in Husband’s Twitter feed at some point in the day and those nostalgic feelings caused him to add a reminder to our shared calendar so we can start watching it again.)

Carter listened as we talked.  Then he pointed out that there were sixty minutes in an hour and that they could have named the show One Hour instead. 


He quickly followed his observation with another one, its wording accidently, yet humorously altered. 

“Sixty Minutes…  One Hour…  Well, One Hour just doesn’t have the same ringtone to it as Sixty Minutes does!” 

How right you are, Carter, it sure doesn’t.

As a side note, Husband pointed out that based upon my handiwork with the image above, no one will confuse me with a graphic design artist.  Ha!


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Simple Sunday – 80 Degrees and Boy Tooth Fairies

Eighty degrees on a Sunday morning.  Husband is gone on his yearly trip to the Reno air races.  The boys and I head off to the Desert Botanical Gardens, (admittedly, there was some grumbling for they wanted the Science Center which I have tired of due to the frequency of our visits).


The gardens were in full bloom and the boys commented on how many butterflies there were. 


This roadrunner thought he was part of the staff.  The boys thought it was most hilarious.  The bird was unable to produce a badge to show proof of employment and so he promptly scampered into the bushes.


We spied lots of bird nests, some just a jumble of twigs tucked into the arms of cactus.


There were several strategically placed groupings of chairs for lounging in the coveted pools of shade.  We tried out many of them, but much like the butterflies flitting from flower to flower, the boys did not stay in them for long.


Cody looks like a true Arizona boy in this picture.  Love…

In other news, Carter lost his first baby molar.  This is only his fifth tooth offering to the tooth fairy in his 9 years. 

I had previously overhead a nighttime conversation the boys had, where Carter declared to Cody that he felt that Santa could indeed be the parents. 

He did not, however think the same thing of the tooth fairy.

“Why would our parents give us all that money just for teeth!?” he asked Cody.

Good question.

And so last night, Carter asked me if there were boy tooth fairies.  Before I could take a breath to answer him, he answered his own question.  “Well, of course there has to be boy tooth fairies.  Otherwise, how would there continue to be more fairies?”

So he does know a little something about the birds and the bees (and fairies too).

His tooth was tucked under his pillows, carefully sealed in a small Tupperware container.  The next morning, the tooth had been replaced with a one dollar coin. Amazing!


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Defying the Laws of Physics

Every Friday night at Casa de Shoes on the Wrong Feet is Pizza and Movie Night.  This means just what it sounds like.  We cook pizza, typically frozen Costco pizza, and watch a movie together.  The decider of what movie we watch is on a rotation – first Cody, then Carter, then Momma and Poppa’s choice and around it goes again.  Last night it was our choice so we picked The Truman Show.  (We get tired of kid movies and are always thinking of kid-friendly movies we can watch.)

Also what typically happens on Pizza and Movie Night is that about half way through the movie, Husband falls asleep on the couch.  This has been happening for years.  It is just what Husband does.

Last night Husband did not fall asleep on the couch, I did.

This morning as I was making coffee, Cody brought this point up.  Just the fact that he found it important enough to bring up tells you how significant an event this truly was.

“Momma,” Cody declared “Poppa defied the laws of physics last night by not falling asleep during the movie.”

It gave me a good chuckle and so I thought since I have been absent from blogging, this would give me a quick post to share. 

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Simple Sunday – Honey Bun

Tomorrow is the first day back to school.  Last night I was talking to Husband about how I will once again make the shift from the title of “mom” to that of “Mrs. M…” as I step back into the classroom as a third grade teacher. 

Carter made the correction.

carter:  No momma.  In the morning you will be “momma”.  Then in the afternoon you will be “Mrs. M…” and in the evening you will be “momma” again.

me:  Carter, you are absolutely right!  I will always be “momma” and only sometimes be “Mrs. M…”

carter:  And for me it will be “Honey Bun” in the morning – because that is what you call me, – “Carter” in the afternoon, and “Honey Bun” in the evening when I am home.

You are so right, Carter.  So right.  Tomorrow we step forward into something else.  For them it is the grades six and four; for me it is the first day of my fourth year of teaching.

Wish us luck on an amazing start to the new school year. 

And in case you are wondering, yes, teachers have the nervous-excited stomach full of butterflies feeling on that first day of school too. 


Deep breath.  We’ve got this…

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Fist-pump for our Demise

The Dead Bird by Margaret Wise Brown started it.

I had not read the book, a library book picked out by Carter with many others on our last trip to the library.  I walked into the living room and saw Carter, a strange expression on his face, his backpack in hand, all packed up and ready for our family vacation.  We were moments from leaving for the airport.

I asked him what was wrong.  He proceeded to tell me about a book – the dead bird book.  There was a dead bird.  Some kids found it.  They buried it.  They brought flowers to its grave.  They were sad and they cried. 

Carter looked at the floor, his backpack drooped.  Carter is not one to get emotional.  He is rather stoic about his emotions so I knew what was to come was important.

I told him that the book sounded sad but nice, that death was a normal part of living, that everything dies.  I may have said something about how good it is that there are books written for children about death. 

“I know everyone dies,” he squeaked, and then proceeded to list off people and pets that have died.

“And you and poppa will die too!” he nervously stated.

Oh honey.

I told him that, yes, we would and asked him if he knew what would happen to him if we died and he was still living with us.

He shrugged and said no.

I then told him about the plans Husband and I put into place years ago, a living will (is that the correct term?) legally passing on Cody and Carter’s care into the hands of some good friends of ours – friends that the boys know and like.  Perhaps like too much.

For upon hearing this, Carter’s face lit up and he gave a great fist pump.

This came to mind:

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To curb his enthusiasm I asked him if he realized that both Husband and I would have to die for this to happen. His enthusiasm dampened. 

Although only slightly.  

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