Parents don’t usually get much warning from their kids when something important is about to happen. Or maybe they’re too tired to notice warnings. This morning, Nora, who appeared to be on the mend, was sitting in my lap eating yogurt and suddenly vomited down the front of my shirt.
Things are getting busy around here. I’ll likely be taking a business trip in April. And in May, I’ll be taking over most of the duties of a co-worker who’s being deployed (don’t worry, he’s going to Spain). I’m thinking six posts a week on this blog may be expecting a bit too much of myself. So, I’m putting my five regular readers on notice: I’m going down to four posts a week. Probably something like, Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. And maybe a picture or great link on the off days, but no promises.
Speaking of great links, I caught part of a story on NPR the other day on rule making for kids. Turns out, in almost every culture, when parents make rules that encroach on a child’s privacy, the child rebels. Takes look, it’s food for thought.