I have somehow found myself here again. Here being the eve of Kindergarten. I did this once before, this Kindergarten thing, with my first baby. But it’s not easier. In fact, it’s harder. Harder because I see the result of Kindergarten walking around in my kitchen, shirtless, leaving cupboards open, wrappers on the counter, explaining to me … More I Hate Kindergarten
Oh Little Girl, The sun does not wake me most mornings. No, most mornings it is you. You tip-toe across the room and climb under my covers. You snuggle your tiny frame until you’ve made me your perfect pillow. There we will fall back asleep; you, on my chest and I, dreaming the sweetest of dreams. … More Dear Daughter, Remember You Love Me
I have these daydreams of watching my son at the state track meet. The crowd behind him, the thunder clap commencing as he makes his way down the runway. He jumps, soars, and the crowd explodes. A new state record. A state champion. I wrestle with the imaginary decision of sending him on the world circuit … More If my son doesn’t go Pro
I realize I have somehow become the poop mom blogger, but seriously, I can’t be the only one with kids like these… My baby is new to this poop party. He just started eating baby food so his diapers have been full of surprises. As I’m busying myself with something probably not all that important, … More Another Poopy Day
Happy 7th Birthday to my first born. That’s right, 7! I cannot believe I have been a mother for 7 years today. More so, I am pretty impressed I haven’t screwed up exponentially because our science experiment, as my husband and I refer to the first born, is one pretty amazing kid. Here are 7 … More How Are You Seven?! Happy Birthday, Little Man!
A routine visit. An annual check-up for my rather farsighted eyes. That’s all I scheduled. Nix that. I scheduled a check-up for my soon-to-be seven-year-old too. A very pregnant mama and her three children walking in for an appointment. What could possibly go wrong? Just last week I had successfully taken my 20- month old daughter … More When you take your kids to the eye doctor…
I forget things. Frequently. I forget to turn the oven on. I forget to switch out the laundry so I rewash it only to forget again.When people ask how old my daughter is, I just say, “She’ll be two in March.” (I’m too fuzzy for math). I’m pregnant with my fourth child and the forgetfulness has … More “You won’t be perfect.” Advice for a first-time mom
She’s my third baby. I’m pregnant with number four. So when I’m awaken by that cry. You know the one. The, “I’m awake there is nothing wrong with me I just don’t want to sleep here anymore and I will get louder and louder until you come and get me!” cry. I love my sleep. … More Up all night
“Mommy, you’re just a kid mom!” This is what I hear from the mouth of my sweet and introverted, Moo, who is strapped in his carseat in the rear of the van. “You’re just a kid mom. Dads and Grandmas work, but you are just a mom.” Just a mom. In his little four-year-old reality, … More Just A Mom!
No one understands! Mommy doesn’t get it. Daddy doesn’t get it. That lady at the store that says, “That smile looks like trouble.” Yeah, she certainly doesn’t get it. Being three is hard. … More Being three is hard!