Sunday, August 29, 2010

First Law of Family Dynamics

Old Wahoo's First Law of Family Dynamics states that with three or more children, one child shall be in meltdown mode at all times in order for there to be equilibrium in the universe. The one exception to that rule is when all three children have meltdowns at the same time, as chaos supersedes all laws.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Words of the Week

I've been reading the Chronicles of Narnia to the boys. (Mrs. Wahoo has been doing the heavy lifting, though). Can you tell?
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
- C.S. Lewis

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Keeping cool

The weekend was hot. Rob kept cool.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Words of the Week

Words to live by from one of the greatest presidents.
Whatever you are, be a good one.
- Abraham Lincoln

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Imagination on the Loose

The Moose just doused me with imaginary water after a make-believe fire had consumed me in flames. I told him he had a great imagination, and then I asked him where my imagination was. "It ran away," he said.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Sporting Life

The family just returned from a vacation Up North in Antrim County, Michigan. It was a great time filled with sailing, fishing, kayaking and more of the sporting life.


Thursday, July 22, 2010

Words of the Week

Emma Lazarus was born 161 years ago on July 22, 1849. She wrote the poem - words often forgotten today - inscribed on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"