Bored with the monotony of November, the Pickwicks decided to take the week off and have a vacation. Nothing but lazing about, drinking tea, and losing the thermometer and every bottle of cold medicine in the house every four to six hours, round the clock. The problem with the entire family being simultaneously struck down… Continue reading One Crazy Turkey
It was a perfectly normal Tuesday morning in October. Mrs Pickwick packed five perfectly normal blessings onto the perfectly normal bus and sat down to her perfectly normal coffee, with a sigh of relief that it was such a quiet day with nothing at all she had to remember. Suspicion slowly edged its way in,… Continue reading Too Many Tuesdays
After a long day watercolor painting, block building, and snacking, the Little Man about the place crashed hard on the couch and was fast asleep by dinner time. Sweet, somewhat smitten by the halo that appears every time he is unconscious: “Oh look, he’s fallen asleep.” Mrs Pickwick replied that she thought school was probably… Continue reading Kindergarten of Eden, an Update
Last week, Mrs Pickwick happened to be on the phone with the receptionist for the family doctor. If you don’t have a family doctor with a receptionist who periodically calls you to ask if the children would like to be registered to win free bicycles, how Sweet’s latest malady is coming along, and just generally… Continue reading Another Kind of Checking
Hi friends! It’s me, just checking…checking to see if anyone is out there, checking to see if I still remember how to tell stories, checking to see if I still know how to log in to the admin section of this blog. No. As a matter of fact, I do not. I am going to… Continue reading Just Checking
Mrs. Pickwick slipped into the mall, feeling a bit like a bandit, but also delightfully incognito, and strangely fearless behind her mask. She was just another anonymous customer in a blue gingham dress and Edwardian hairstyle popping into the local beauty supply store. No one ever need know who exactly Took Up Space and Asked… Continue reading Mrs Pickwick Prepares for a New Kind of Battle
Grocery shopping at the local “scratch ‘n dent” deli is always an adventure. One never knows what treasures one will find. This week, Mrs P was met by an unprecedented sight: giant half-gallon glass jars of pickles were only $2.25!! Mrs P could hardly contain her excitement as she gazed at the beautiful shelf of… Continue reading In a bit of a Pickwickle
Busy: “Sweet, Sweet! Come play with us! We are playing Chase Hug With Scissors!!” Sweet: “Um, really Busy, that is not even a thing.” We’re fine! We’re fine, honest! I’ve promoted Sweet and she’s in charge of everything now. It’s great. Way better than when I was running things and someone thought Chase Hug With… Continue reading Mrs Pickwick’s Confession
It’s taken a few years, but the Blessings have Mother’s Day down pat. Homemade cards: Thoughtfully gathered bouquet, left in the bathroom for my enjoyment: A tidy house means a happy Mrs P! They made sure everything was put away, even the popcorn: They decorated: They even did a little gardening: Anyone can make one… Continue reading Mother’s Day Quintessentials
Leftover waffles are a rare treat in the Pickwickian kitchen. When the freezer boasts such a felicitous breakfast option, it is what is generally considered a win-win situation. Mrs P is delighted to sip her coffee in the other room while the Blessings are delighted to toast something even more exciting than toast with minimal… Continue reading Waffling One’s Way to World Dominion
