The boy child
T-ball
Last night was Brock’s first t-ball practice. Initially, he was super nervous because he claimed that he didn’t know how to play. However, I strongly suspect he was the Ringer because he.did.awesome. Chickety-check it out! Dirty before we even got to the field ↓ He looks like he’s about the get into a fight with [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )That’s the understatement of the year
This weekend, Brock was bouncing off the walls as usual. Normally, it drives me bat-shit crazy and Greg just goes with the flow. It must have been significantly worse than normal because Greg put his hands on Brock’s shoulders and said, “Buddy? Will you please calm down?!” Brock’s response: “Daddy? I’m not sure that I [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )Inappropriate conversations I have with my 4-year-old
A few nights ago, I was giving the kids a bath. They were playing contentedly and I was watching them lovingly thinking about how sometimes I’m too hard on them and how they can be so angelic at times. Of course, reality was quick to crash into my daydream by throwing this little gem at [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 4 so far )Balls
Last night, Brock and I were driving to pick Adrianna up from dance class. The radio wasn’t on and we weren’t talking. Just enjoying each other’s quiet company and reflecting on our days. All of a sudden, Brock says, “BALLS!” When I look in the back seat, he is holding up a bag of tennis [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 3 so far )Smack fight!!!!!
I never remember inventing games when I was younger. There were always the old standbys: Tag, Red Rover, etc. but I never came up with anything on my own. If I got bored (which, thanks to my parents and their never-ending to-do lists rarely happened) I would curl up with a good book and get [...]
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 3 so far )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 [...]
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