Target and Kids: It’s An Odessy

I took the kids to Target this morning with a very short list of things I needed: *shorts for me *play dress for Sarah *cat food *q-tips *night gown for me *shirt for me *thermometer covers I stuck to my list and it was easy peasy. *snort* I had to try on five pairs of [...]

It’s Summer. . .

Which means Violet is 9 today. And officially in the 4th grade. Sarah is officially in the 1st grade. And John is officially a kindergartner. And I am officially old and living in some sort of weird time warp. Because I’m absolutely positive that just yesterday John was born, Sarah was 15 months old and [...]

Too Many

My children, mainly John know of my many doctors. And I hate it. On Monday I had to go to the doctor for just a ‘regular’ appointment and John was full of questions. “Are we going to the doctor with the doggy?” That is my psychiatrist. “Are we going to the doctor with the sand [...]

Run, John, Run!

You may know that my John is a bit stubborn. Just a bit. Last year when he did a session of soccer skills in the spring it was more like Daddy and Mommy doing soccer skills, red light green light etc and John sucking his fingers. But he insisted that he wanted to play this [...]

Mommy-a!

Mommy-a! Mommy-a! Mommy-a! John yells this fifty thousand times a day. When he needs a drink. When he needs a hug. When he’s hurt. When he needs his bum wiped. When he wants to tell me he loves me. When he’s dropped a toy. When he’s  got a hangnail. When he wants me smile. Or [...]

Seriously?

On a normal morning we wake up at 7 a.m. And I’m dragging my bum out of bed, prodding and pushing, yelling and threatening my children to get up, get dressed and get ready for the day. Especially Sarah. (We’ve discussed this before.) Today there wasn’t any school. Guess what I heard at 6:30 a.m? [...]

Boys Will Be Boys. Right??

Tell me that your son is crazy clumsy. Tell me that your son is rambunctious. Tell me that your son is loud in everything he does. Tell me that your son is accident prone. Tell me that your son wears out the knees in his pants in a month, if not less. Tell me that [...]

Loud Talkers

If you know me in real life, you know that I’m a ‘loud talker.’ And so is my family — my husband, all three of my children. I talk loud. I laugh loud. I cry loud. Even if we’re being quiet, we’re still loud. I’m constantly shushing the kids, but it’s hard for them to [...]

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