supervising from the couch: Last one, I promise.

Robbie is healing pretty quickly. His eye is more yellow than purple now, and almost all the way open.

here's the story:

I was interviewed for a newpaper article about kids and sleep, and quoted as saying something like "when I'm tired, I feel like supervising from the couch." Ever since, it's been our catch phrase for slacker parenting. Ironically, I only had one child at the time and we were practically attached at the hip. Now that I have four older kids, they spend chunks of time playing without even the benefit of me watching from the couch. However, I do try to come running if it sounds like there might be blood. Somehow they have all thrived in spite of me.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Last one, I promise.

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