where's ann richards when I need her?
or do nothing till you hear from me: advice to young mothers
(wherein I sometimes recount the madcap and typically miscellaneous adventures of our family of five as Texas-transplants)
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Anne, Elsewhere
Scenes from a nine hour drive with three kids: Mommy, I need a tissue! Never mind! I got one! Mommy, take this tissue! I don’t like yucky things! Wa wa! Wa wa! Mommy, my tummy hurts! Mommy, when are we going to be there?! Crackers! Mine! Taffy! Mine! Boat! Mine! Mommy, I need water! Not milk! Water! Eat! Wa Wa! Mine! I want water, too! Mine! I really wanna be there! Wa Wa! Wa Wa! Mommy, I really wanna hold your hand! Mommy, can I hold your hand?! Mine! My tummy hurts! Wa Wa! Headphones! Mine! It’s my turn! A ‘B’! Yeah, B! I’m done! Wa Wa! Me! Mommy!!!
