This past weekend was a big deal for my husband. He competed in his first triathlon. For weeks, he had been training for this day, and the kids had listened to us talk about Daddy’s big race. Mark never asked us to come out to watch and support him, but I was adamant that we all be there. I wanted the kids to see that you can work hard at something you’ve never done before and succeed. That’s a quality that I hope they get from their dad. He’s not afraid to try new things, and he...
Superhero Dad
The fracture
Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I’ll move to Australia….or at least into bubble until my luck turns around. Here’s how my day ran down. At around 9:30 a.m., I heard screams and crying. I ran out of the bathroom to find my 22-month-old son, Siler, balled up on the floor. I could quickly tell this wasn’t the crying because his siblings stole a toy from him. These were serious tears.
I picked up Siler to console him, and I asked my older son what...
Enter the Terrible Twos
What happened to my sweet baby boy? Did someone sneak into my house and give him a personality transplant while I wasn’t looking? Suddenly, Siler’s as stubborn as a mule and will throw a temper tantrum worthy of an Oscar if he’s told he can’t do something that he has his mind set on doing.
Yes, the terrible twos have invaded my household. It’s a lot like having a sweet, cuddly Gizmo for 22 months and watching him turn into a Gremlin overnight. Maybe if I hadn’t given...
Poison Ivy
You have to expect the unexpected. That’s my new motto for raising kids. I’ve learned in my four-year experience as a mom that when children are involved you never know what the day holds. For example, I had no idea when I woke up Thursday morning that I’d be taking my son, Eli, to the pediatrician’s office because he’d come in contact with poison ivy. He came downstairs with his usual big smile and I notice red, blotchiness under his chin. A few hours later, the rash had spread...
To cut or not to cut
To cut or not to cut….that is the question that has been weighing heavily on my mind. I couldn’t decide if my 21-month-old son had beautiful golden locks or if he was sporting a curly mullet. The first hair cut for a boy is such a big stinking deal, and every person under the sun has an opinion on it. And when curly locks involved, as in the case of my baby boy, people are even more vocal.
Each time I’ve come close to cutting his hair, someone from Team Curls would lay on the guilt...
Moving Day Madness
I’m still standing. That’s nothing short of a miracle considering the stress I’ve been through in the last month. Moving is stressful enough. Tack on sickness and dealing with difficult people, and it was nearly enough to put this mother of three over the edge. That’s why I say the next time I move I hope I’m so old and senile that I have no recollection of it and someone else has to do it for me.
Moving day was May 27, and it was filled with more drama than an episode...
The Missing Barbie Princess
I’d like to file a missing person report for a Barbie Princess Doll. Wanted in connection to my daughter’s birthday cake, she was last seen on my kitchen counter Friday morning. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes and is approximately three inches tall. She’s missing her legs and has a pink princess gown on her torso. There is a chocolate reward for information leading to her whereabouts.
In less than 48 hours, my twins will be having their birthday party, and I can’t believe...
Oh, boy!
Boys will be boys, and let’s face it. That often means doing disgusting things. In the last two weeks, my son, Eli, has been giving me lots of gross out moments that have me shaking my head in disbelief and laughing at the same time.
Eli has this sudden fascination with peeing outdoors. I hear from other friends that their sons and sometimes even husbands like to do this too. I don’t get it, but then again maybe it’s only something you understand if you can pee standing up.
Franky the fish
We’ve been petting sitting for my neighbors. Yes, this if the first time in my life I’ve ever been a sitter for a pet of any kind. We don’t even own a pet, so I’m suprised my neihbors asked me of all people. Then again how much trouble is it to care for a betta fish? However, my husband quickly reminded me that we’ve only had one pet, a betta fish, in our nearly 10-year marriage, and I managed to kill it after two weeks. Who knew you couldn’t put tap water in the fish...
