It’s Under the Log

Some of my favorite conversations are the ones I have with the kids while driving around.  It’s pretty funny to hear what they think about things.  They are even getting to the age now where they have real conversations together, without me having to prompt them.  Those are even funnier. However, conversations between a kindergartener and a preschooler can spiral out of control pretty quickly… After school today, I picked the kids up from daycare and we headed over to Bean’s tee ball coach’s house to pick up his uniform.…

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Judge Me and Feel Better About Yourself

Are you having a rough week?  Making some bad decisions?  Things just not going your way?  Well, let me tell you about some of the things I’ve done this week and you’ll instantly feel better about yours. 1.  Michael has been in trouble for a week now for not listening.  I’ll call his name over and over again and he just ignores me.  I ask him to do something and he just gives me this blank stare.  I can’t tell you how many times I have yelled, “You need to…

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Ginny vs. The Birthing Ball

So, my sister and I were talking this week and she told me a story that made me wet my pants.  Seriously.  I laughed so hard that I peed my pants.  I figured if that wasn’t blog-worthy, then what was? Ginny is currently eight months pregnant.  I think.  Maybe.  I’m not really sure because I’m a terrible sister.  But she is due in early January, so I think that’s probably about right. Anyway, for the birth of her sweet Baby Faith (is that not the sweetest name?!?!  We’ll have a…

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He.

He would rather be outside than inside on any given day. He stops playing every so often to come find me and get a snuggle. He caught a lizard by his tail and screamed like a girl when the tail broke off. He loves movies. He loves Legos. He loves superheroes. He loves God more. He is one of the smartest kids I’ve ever met. He is the only person that still talks to me regularly about my dad. He still says that dogs “woof” instead of dogs “bark.” He…

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A New Kind of Mother’s Day

My first Mother’s Day was super special to me. I hadn’t even had Bean yet. After an insane day of nesting and spontaneously needing to clean things that I had never felt the need to clean before in my entire life… …I promptly fell asleep on the couch where I snored and drooled for hours, the way only an eight months pregnant woman can. When I woke up, I discovered that Chris had gone out and bought me flowers. His card said, “I love you because you are already such…

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Is This Blog-worthy? I Think Yes.

This past Sunday, I wanted to be outside so, so, so badly.  It was beautiful!  It was Palm Sunday!  The pool was gorgeous!  The sun was shining!  Friends were texting me about splash parks!  Oh, how I wanted to go play! But this is how my family ended up eating Beenie Weenies out of a can and wearing mixed matched socks last week. When the weather gets good ’round these here parts, I become a bum of a housemaid.  I stop cleaning, cooking, laundering (clothes, not money) (not that I…

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Kindergarten Paperwork

Baby fever.  I’ve gots it in a bad way. The other night, I was talking on the phone with a girlfriend who has a four-week old son.  She was talking about how hard it is to adjust to the lack of sleep and the responsibilities of becoming a mother.  We talked about colic and reflux and fussy babies. And I hung up the phone and I STILL WANTED A BABY!  That’s how I know baby fever is an illness.  When nighttime feedings and lack of sleep sound sweet to you,…

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Why Moms Take All the Pictures

While we were at the beach over Christmas, Chris and I tried to get a picture together. Unfortunately, our arms weren’t long enough, so this is what the picture looked like: Totally frame-worthy, right? So, Chris had this great idea that Bean could take our picture. We showed him how to hold the camera and what button to push. Here’s what he got: Not to be outdone, Gracie began insisting on taking our picture. We showed her what we had shown Bean, and she took this one: We gave up…

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From the Trenches of Motherhood

I’M REPORTING TO YOU LIVE FROM THE TRENCHES OF MOTHERHOOD!  IT IS 4:38AM!  I HAVE BEEN DISPLACED FROM MY POSITION IN MY OWN BED BY A TWO-YEAR-OLD HAVING NIGHTMARES!  I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO SHOW THAT I LOVINGLY HELD THE CHILD AND STROKED HER HAIR IN AN OFFER OF FRIENDSHIP!  SHE THEN PROCEEDED TO FALL ASLEEP AND REPEATEDLY! BEAT! ME! WITH! HER ARMS AND LEGS! IN MY STOMACH AND LADY PARTS! I DID NOT ENGAGE THE CHILD!  I REPEAT!  I DID! NOT! ENGAGE! THE CHILD! I RELINQUISHED MY POST,…

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The Demons Are Back

The demons have possessed Gracie again. Don’t be fooled by that sweet smile. She’s like those man-eating plants that lure prey to them with their sweet smell. You lean in for a minute and think, “Well, that smells too good to be dangerous…” and then – STHUWMP!- you’ve been sucked up into the deadly petals and life as you know it is over. That’s what Gracie’s smile is like. (Don’t look at me like that. Like you’ve never compared your child to a man-eating plant?) Lately, Gracie has become clingy…

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