This weekend, while shopping for the ultimate present for a little boy turning three, I overheard the following exchange between a mother and her young boy: Boy: <throwing some kind of fit> Mother: Come on honey - let's get your Wii games first. Boy: Noooooooo, I don't want to. Mother: Do you want your pizza?… Continue reading “Do you want your pizza?”
Last night we celebrated New Year's Eve with my family. It was awesome. We had wonderful food, delicious drinks, great conversation, lots of pictures and about an hour of dancing in my mom's living room. It was awesome. One of the highlights of the evening was when my daughter and husband were dancing - suddenly… Continue reading Caw Caw Roar!!
Fantastic! Got a netbook from Santa today and I have high hopes that the new (adorable) pink computer will equate to many more blogs in the future. Part of my problem recently is that playing with my kiddos requires my presence in the playroom - which is a full floor away from the computer. Not… Continue reading Netbook Equals More Blogging
Buuzzzz! Buuzzzzz! Buuzzzzz! At 4 o'clock this morning, I was awakened from my dreams to the sound of my alarm. It took me a few minutes to recall why on earth I was waking up at such an ungodly hour. As I blinked bleary eyed at the green numbers switching to 4:01 I remembered -… Continue reading Lock your doors!
Ah, potty training. Is there a more wonderful thing in all the world? I think not. My daughter Madison will be three in October. As of last week, she was still going in a diaper and I, her mother was changing her (sorry - little potty book humor for you moms out there). We tried… Continue reading “Mommy I have to go potty!”
I had an interesting conversation with my brother this weekend. He's been talking to some folks at work who have passionate opinions on who should be allowed to "breed". Apparently, the criteria goes something like this. You should be able to provide your children with "every opportunity". You need training to be sure you're capable… Continue reading Training Required
Blue Tarp Camper: This weekend, dad says “We’re camping on the coast.” And what dad says, goes. “We don’t need to check the weather report, we brought our own blue skies with us” Blue Tarp Camper, you’re one of us. First Snowflake Freakout Lady: This is a seasonal saga of tire chains, kitty litter, all… Continue reading First Snowflake Freakout Lady and the Blue Tarp Camper