mom's tractor repair and detail shop

the latest edition to the fleet

john found a tractor buried in the sand at the playground the other day. it was the night we were there late, and we were the only ones left at the park. it was also somewhat broken, so we made the judgement call and brought it home with us.

it was in rough shape. sand was in every little crack and crevice - it poured out every time you moved the thing. it was a mess.

so i set it aside to clean later. and then i forgot about it. but john saw it yesterday before bed, and he was beside himself because he wanted to play with it. but it hadn't been cleaned, so i promised him i would take care of it for today.

so in the midst of cleaning house last night (my mother in law arrives today - had to make sure the house looked something close to ok!) i took time to detail the tractor. small brush, running water, a good scrub, and soon it looked good as new.

i'm thinking i missed my calling as a tractor detailer.

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i'm apparently in a link-sharing mood lately, because i found another parenting story that cracked me up. this parenting test should clearly not be taken too seriously ... but there were at least a handful of items that had me laughing til i had tears in my eyes.

Comments

i'm furberizing my baby

ok, let's get this straight right off the bat: i don't know if i am literally following dr. furber's methods of sleep training. there are so many versions out there. but saying we're furberizing john is WAY more fun than saying that i'm letting him cry his little lungs out in an attempt to teach him to sleep on his own. it's night two of our efforts. he went right to sleep last night, which was great. and he slept for 5.25 hours (!!!!) before waking up at 2:30 a.m. when he woke up crying, i let him cry for 5 minutes before going in to soothe him. (the soothing barely works at all, by the way, but it's what i'm supposed to do ...) then i let him cry for 10 more minutes before going in to soothe him again. next on the agenda was a 15 minute stretch of crying - but he fell asleep after 8 minutes. so a sum total of 22 minutes of crying. not too bad for night two. i've heard night three can be the worst ... so we'll hold on to our hats tonight. mean

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!

home

annapolis rock 1988 thirty years ago, my family moved from denton, tx, to a tiny rural town in the mountains of maryland. i remember being sad as we sold our things (we were packing everything into two old cars to drive north) and actually crying over the sale of our washing machine. transition does strange things to kids' emotions. yet i remember arriving, excited, into this strange green mountainous place, and i remember even more anticipation as we found a home ("the old taylor place") and got ready for school to start at smithsburg elementary. third grade -- the same grade john starts this school year. i remember meeting my first friend on a dusty dirt road - the "alley" that ran behind the high school tennis courts and athletic fields from our home just at the town's outskirts to her home just outside downtown. (if you've never known a small town downtown, that's probably hard to envision). it was an amazing place to be a child. 199

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