The Boy Child is the kind of kid, that when his feet hit the ground in the morning, he takes off running and doesn’t stop until after he is in bed at night. But not that long ago, he surprised me by waking up and climbing into my bed to snuggle. Not wanting to waste
It’s been a while since I’ve let you all into the craziness that is my life with my particular two children, and I have to admit, I am still laughing at some of the things they’ve said this week. And since I’ve never been one to hold back the parts of me that make me
So, after several weeks of living in a hotel after our house flooded, we finally came home on Sunday. Sure we don’t have working appliances, bathroom doors, and a lot of other things that many people would consider a necessity in their house, but at least we are home where we will continue to rebuild.
A few days ago, The Boy Child came home from school with this picture of Abe Lincoln in his folder: Not knowing if it was some kind of homework, I asked him what it was. Boy Child: (Looks at me like I’m an idiot) “That’s Abraham Lincoln. He is dead.” Me: “Yep. yes he is.
So I can’t figure out why the alignment is all messed up in this post, and things are justified left, and right, and center, and I can’t change it AND I GIVE UP. Moving on… I’m sorry again for my delay in posting. I swear I feel like I do more apologizing than writing here
I swear, my kids have been extra weird lately. Like not even the “typical” weird that I’ve gotten used to and come to expect, but a whole new level of weird that I was not even aware existed until recently. Allow me to explain: Sunday: After catching sight of a male friend’s hairy legs (it’s
As usual, things have not “normalized” around here, meaning that my kids are just as weird as ever. I mean I can’t blame them since they have me as their mother, but still, I’m pretty strange, so if I’m constantly being caught off guard by how strange my kids are… well then that’s saying something.
I don’t know about you, but I’m just not really sure if I even know what “normal” is anymore. I think it used to be some kind of goal that I was striving for, but at some point I gave up and settled comfortably into this:Monday: I was getting ready for work and out of
Has anyone noticed from reading this blog that I suffer an extreme and severe lack of having any sort of speech filter whatsoever? I mean I will literally say just about anything on my mind, and I’m afraid that I’ve passed that trait down onto my children. I mean sure, they are just kids, and
As most of you know from my Facebook post, The Boy Child had a surgical follow up appointment last week. It was a week sooner than it was supposed to be but I had noticed a couple of things that had alarmed me a little bit and I wanted the doctor to take a look
I hadn’t done one of my “conversation” blog posts in a while, so I made it a point last week to take a note of at least one strange conversation I had a day, because let’s be honest here, it’s not like I’m getting any more normal. Monday kicked itself off to a rocking start
Actual conversations I’ve had with The Girl Child this week; “Mom, if I stick my finger in there will I be ‘electrocubed’?” “Yes kid, if you stick your finger in the socket you will be electrocuted.” ….five minutes later. “Why are you still staring at the socket?” “I’m trying to decide if I want to
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