My two kids are totally different. Casper has a minor sneaky streak (about candy especially), but I think can be honest when necessary. Dillo is totally transparent - he has like no guile in his entire body - and is so obsessed with fairness right now. For example, as we were getting changed for soccer last night Casper came down with a candy in her mouth - she'd gotten a candy bag at a birthday party over the weekend, not said anything about it, and hidden it in her room. Dillo freaked hard about how unfair this is. In the course of the 20 minutes spent calming him down, he confessed that when I go to the basement to do laundry, he and Casper each eat a sugar cube. He was very clear that it was her idea (which, duh) but he was very guilty about the fact that he had gone along with this scheme! (I was not angry. If sneaking a sugar cube is the naughtiest thing they can think of, I am okay with that.)

mac has kinda learned that lying will backfire, so what he does now when he knows the truth is not a great thing is to go silent. He is quickly learning that is not gonna fly with me either.

"I did this thing."

Bam, there you go kid. easy. and done. 1 consequence.

Lie or don't answer me? You win the prize of hearing me go on for a bit. and now you get 2 consequences.

Watching Scandal finale. Whiplash from watching all of the West Wing.

I just had to run out and buy contact lens solution because I suddenly realized that, while I had checked last night to see if I had enough travel size solution, I didn't actually pack any.

I travel enough that I got complacent about my packing skills.

today's catchy phrase is "denying me the opportunity to see my grandchild"

Lunch was slow cooked ribs, brown rice, and sweet potato. Why do I forget I can cook and then the food will be right there, and cheaper? This week was a menu week (tomorrow the slow cooker chili) so next week will be consumption week.

I am behind on dessert, though. I kind of did that thing where you eat your disappointing offspring and nommed the failed oatmeal cookies in 2 days (10oz of butter? That seems...)

I want to spend today curled up waiting for the mail and rolling around in inspiring artwork. Artwork that inspires me to art, not inspires me to be a nicer person or anything like that.

Oh, and get feels from fanfic. That too.

Anyone have inspiring artwork?

Speaking of lying, we have a lying cousin. When I told her I needed to eat brown basmati rice for low gly anti-migraine reasons, she said sure, she has some at home, she'll bring them to the villa. Now, I travelled with my own flour and sugar, so adding rice to that is nothing. But no! M's got it handled.

She got all the way to the villa before saying no, she never had any, maybe I wanted some white rice? I asked her flat out--do you disbelieve that I might get a headache, or do you not care? And she flat out stared at me and then went to do something else.

That's a psyche I don't understand.

It’s a thin line between photography that’s inspirational and photography that makes me want to smash my camera in frustration.

Kat, IANAP, but I don't think you need to cancel the outing. He'has had consequences. He feels bad. I don't know that canceling a thing that was planned is going to help the situation, especially as it doesn't really feel like a natural consequence (like it would be if he needed to use the time to remedy the situation in someway, like making up missed homework)

It’s a thin line between photography that’s inspirational and photography that makes me want to smash my camera in frustration.

Before I got back into drawing I decided that I would match every pang of jealousy with at least a sketch, and see how much better an artist I ended up.

I still get wracked by jealousy and feelings of insufficiency, but I am better at what I'm doing. And sometimes surprise myself by touching others.

Yeah, I feel like there could be a punishment that doesn't hurt everyone....Not that I know what it is.

I travel enough that I got complacent about my packing skills.

I don't even travel that much (...typically), but am totally complacent about my travel supplies and their organization, which sometimes leads to showing up somewhere with no toothpaste or whatever.

He'll blow that load.

Oh myyyyyy.

My father seems fine at the nursing home, although my mother is now full of regret and thinks it's not nice enough. But the people seemed great! And we can bring in decor.