Kyra Moon

 There's a new book that's created quite a stir called "Yesteryear." Lots of people have written reviews about it. They've written reviews about the reviews. Basically, it's about a tradwife influencer who goes back in time and discovers that it really stinks. I actually haven't read the book. But that premise alone reminds me of another story that was last modified 6/9/2001 that I found on my external hard drive tonight. It was never given a title, but the filename was called "oldk." I had to use the "k" so my stories wouldn't get confused with Leslie's. Unlike me, she was and is an excellent fiction writer. I on the other hand described my bedroom pretty well. Anyway, with a glowing recommendation like that, I'm sure you will be blown away by this amazing unfinished story. Kyra had a very regular life. She did her chores, watched TV, played computer, and had strange thoughts. Of course, the story has to be about her life b...

 Rock the halls, no more Smoot-Hawley Fa la la la la la la la la Tis the time to end that folly Fa la la la la la la la la Don, we now can buy apparel Fa la la la la la la la la Ruled by judges in a carrel Fa la la la la la la la la

Winter has been a bit of a bust this year, and it's little wonder that coats and snow pants are $5 at Walmart now. A few days ago, I saw snow in the forecast, so I scheduled a ski lesson for Child #2 since he's been asking forever for it. As it turned out, there was no new snow (I probably jinxed it . . . should have washed my car instead) but we went anyway. After a few rounds on the bunny slope, my confidence was at an all-time high, so Child #1 and I went on the ski lift. As we were going up he let me know that Long Mozy was closed so we only had intermediate and advanced options. I had never done anything intermediate before, but I figured I would be fine, especially when I got off the ski lift so gracefully. I soon found out that the snow on the super steep slope was either icy or like frozen croutons, neither of which made it easy for me to figure out switchbacks or a slow enough pizza stance. At one point, I had to basically sled down. It was probably not good for my sno...

 Fact 1: When a toddler is sad, toddler gets to sit on Mom's lap. Fact 2: A toddler who sees another toddler in Mom's lap immediately gets sad. Fact 3: I often end up with two toddlers on my lap

 3yo watching conference: "It's not agency, it's Agent P!" Kid really likes Phineas and Ferb.

 D&C 88:124 teaches "Cease to be idle; cease to be unclean; cease to find fault one with another; cease to sleep longer than is needful." However, after a few decades of observation, I think I've concluded that it is easier to "cease to be idle" or "cease to find fault one with another" if you "cease to sleep _shorter_ than is needful." I hope that someday a footnote will be added with this correction.

 I count to six fairly often when we're out and about. And I'm guessing the woman who stopped her walk to stare at us for a solid minute was also counting to six in French.  I guess I could have yelled "Cease!" if I wanted her to stop counting.