If you remember from my last post, “To My Beautiful Daughter,” both of my children had birthday’s last month, and as I have done since before they were born, I had written a letter to each of the them; letters that are written on a weekly basis, and will one day be compiled into a
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I woke up as a flurry of excitement scrambled across my groggy body and then jumped up to stand over me. “Mom!” The Boy Child exclaimed. “Look at me! Look at my legs! Look at my arms!” he said, thrusting his arms in front of my face. “They are bigger, because I grew last night!
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.
When I was about 10 years old, I was running up the stairs to my bedroom when my ankle rolled and gave way. Over the sound of my body thudding down each and every step, was a very distinctive and sickening “popping” noise that sent chills down my spine and a searing pain up through
The Boy Child started attending a new daycare last week. To give you a little bit of perspective, he had been going to his previous daycare since he was less than a year old (he started a few months after my ex left), and he is now almost 5. To him, that daycare was a
I went shopping for my daughter today. I honestly can’t remember the last time that I went shopping to buy my kids anything other than groceries, but today, today I went for something else. And I didn’t really have the money for this, so I’m sure that I’ll be kicking myself about it next week,
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
“But no one will think I’m pretty!” she said, her 7 year old face starting to well up with tears. Dressed as if she were going to be in an elementary school fashion show, she was wearing the dress that she begged me to stay up late last night and wash, enough plastic bracelets to
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
Well, surgery is over. I’m sorry I didn’t update sooner but it was a really long day yesterday. I’ll also go ahead and apologize for the quickly done and somewhat terrible photo editing below, photo edits aren’t really my immediate priority today but I know how caring so many of you are and I didn’t
It’s 11:14 am and I’m sitting in the hallway of a very fancy theatre while my daughter watches a play with her class. I drove her here but she didn’t want me to sit with her, because “mom, that’s embarrassing.” Typically I’d have a lot to say about her attitude, but I’m exhausted and therefore
Living with a 7 year old is like living with a drunk college student because you have absolutely no idea why they do most of what they do, you constantly have to watch them, and then there are moments when even during their stumbling awkwardness, they are able to argue an amazingly valid point. I