The boy child
Just sneaky or borderline I’m-about-to-be-out-smarted-by-my-four-year-old?
Brock has been a thumb sucker since day 1. A binkie just wouldn’t cut it because he would roll it around in his mouth for a few seconds, spit it out, scream his fool head off and then eventually find his thumb and would self-soothe. For awhile, it was no big deal but now that [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 2 so far )An open letter to Karma
Dear Karma, I have completely learned my lesson and am 100% sorry for always wanting to sleep in as late as possible during the week but waking up before 6am on the weekends just to watch pointless cartoons and demand that my parents bring me snacks while I was younger. You have been successful in [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )What the . . .???
I am going to give away a totally awesome prize to the person that guesses this right. Last week, Brock asked me for a piece of candy. Since I’m mother-of-the-year, I didn’t hesitate and grabbed a Hershey kiss out of our candy dish (that is hidden high on a shelf that the kids can’t reach [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 5 so far )Brock: Judge, Jury & Executioner
This weekend we had one of our big (extended) family Thanksgiving dinners. This one was at my maternal grandparents’ house which is always fun because there are TONS of people there (there were even more than usual there this year!) and several of my cousins have kids that are about my kids’ ages. Holy run-on [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 3 so far )I want this documented as proof that I’m not the meanest mom ever, despite what my kids usually say
I’m really bad about doing creative things with the kids. I always envy those mothers that have it all together because usually I feel like I’m just barely hanging on. We are usually running late, the kids are whining about being hungry/thirsty/tired/bored/etc, if I’m lucky I have clean hair (but it’s usually in a ponytail) and [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )Fire station fun
There’s this guy. He’s technically my sister’s boyfriend but I’m pretty sure my kids would willingly take over for her if she would let them. He’s a firefighter and he gave Greg, the kids and I a private tour of his fire station. Brock was immediately in love and didn’t stop asking questions, turning dials, [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )From the mouths of babes
This weekend, we were coming home from a birthday party and Greg asked Brock if he would help him do something when we got home. The following conversation might have been the best thing I’ve ever heard. Greg: “Hey buddy? Will you help me do _______ when we get home?” Brock: “NO!” Greg: {taken aback} [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )Preschool
**Editors note: I started this post over 2 weeks ago but sometimes life gets in the way of my blogging so I’m just now getting around to posting it. In fact, much of the news that you receive on this blog in the next few weeks might be a bit stale. I apologize in advance.** [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )Isn’t it ironic? Don’t ya think?
This morning I kissed my babies goodbye as their grandfather scooped them up in one big ball of stuffed animals, squeals and giggles. They could have cared less when I said I was going to be gone all weekend. They didn’t notice that I teared up as I kissed both of them on their little [...]
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