New on The Spence Family--Whoa Mamma

I am not sure how old I was when I began to notice them, but I clearly remember noticing that some of the moms who dropped kids off at school in the morning were, well, not put together. In other words they never bothered to get dressed, instead arriving in pajamas or bathrobes, hair a mess. Since Karen was always dressed, and before that, the nice moms that drove us in "carpool" (they just gave us rides, their was not much trade) were dressed too, I always thought those other moms must have just gotten out of bed right in time to drive the kids to school. Nice of them, yes, but they looked a little lazy to me (clearly I thought I knew a lot back then).

Well, now I am one of those scary looking moms in the morning.

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New on The Spence Family--Clean Up

When Jack came up to me and asked if he could clean up a little, I of course said yes, please. Then he made a list of things to clean up, tally marking all the way. The last item on his list cracked me up. Paper plagues me too, Jack! Me too!!

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New on the Spence Family--The Pumpkin Patch

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New on the Spence Family--My Baby Brother is a Killer

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New on The Spence Family--Canning Season

It's canning season again. Every spring/summer for jams and jellies. Every October for apple butter, and applesauce. And every September for peaches, pears, tomatoes, and often grape juice.

This is what I wish I and my kitchen looked like every September.


from Blueberries for Sal, Robert McClosky

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New on The Spence Family--The Birthday Proper

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New on The Spence Family--My Baby No More

Tyler, today you are three (this many fingers: III). Last night before bed you said you didn't want to be this many (III fingers). You wanted to stay this many (II fingers). I must say I agree somewhat--I love having you little. But you have grown so much from the tiny squirt on Jack's lap at the hospital (you were SO little!). Now are you a big boy who can do lots of things. Thanks for enjoying your birthday anyway. We enjoy you no matter how many fingers old you are.

We love you, Tyler boy.

Happy Birthday!