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Clint and I made an incredibly stupid parenting decision about a month ago.
We told the kids their first knock-knock joke.
At first, it was entertaining. They would laugh and laugh over the jokes we’ve all heard a million times. The best part Read more on Video(s): Knock-Knock……
This week wraps up Colby’s first soccer debut.
It has been… interesting.
I love soccer. I know Colby enjoys kicking the ball around and being with his friends, so I figured it’d be fun to sign him up. How often do kids get to be on a team where they know everyone from the get-go?
Pretty lucky, if you ask me.
The first two games occurred while I was in New York for the BlogHer Conference, but I have been to every game since, twice a week for the past three weeks.
I didn’t anticipate how frustrating it would be. Read more on Not Ready….
Irony (ˈī-rə-nē or, for normal people: eye-ron-ee):
When a child named Colby absolutely cannot stand cheese.
Thank goodness we didn’t name him Colby Jack…
(Seriously, though, who doesn’t like cheese?! My kid is a weirdo.)
I didn’t forget about vlogging, promise! Here’s a short one, just ‘cuz I’m in a silly mood today.
Okay, Corey. You win. The image quality is even worse after uploading than it was when I previewed it on the computer. And the audio is horrible.
I did a very bad thing yesterday; something I try not to do. Something that makes me feel like a very bad mama on the rare occasion that I do it…
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It has taken me some time, but I am slowly but surely realizing my mom is a genius. Growing up, she worked as a teacher and came home to my brother, dad, and me, only for my dad to have to leave to go work the night shift soon after she arrived.
Read more on My Doctor Is A Quack…
“Mommy, I have a s’prize fow you,” he said with a funny little grin on his face.
I didn’t know whether to be worried or excited to see what he had done. I had heard hardly a peep from him for the past ten minutes.
Read more on “Mommy, I have a s’prize fow you.”…
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I have a dog-gone stupid cold and today has been a pretty bad day.
My kids have been downright naughty today and were getting into everything. While I was changing Zander’s diaper, Lily was in the tub nearby and reached up to the top ledge of the tub, pulling down all of the soaps, shaving cream, and her no-more-tangles spray. I heard the commotion, but was holding that squirmy little doo-doo monkey by his ankle with one hand and trying to entice him with some toy with the other so he didn’t make a crap mess all over my floor.
Read more on Crankypants McGee…
I knew it was coming. There’s just no avoiding having “The Talk,” and nowadays, given the media, internet, even parental influence… The Talk seems to be happening earlier and earlier.
For our four-and-a-half year old, it happened today.
It was innocent enough. We were traveling to Great-Grandma’s house and Colby was looking out the window at cars flying by.
That’s when he brought it up.
“Mommy, why do
For our four-and-a-half year old, it happened today.
It was innocent enough. We were traveling to Great-Grandma’s house and Colby was looking out the window at cars flying by.
That’s when he brought it up.
“Mommy, why do Transformers turn into cars?”
And, like any mother would, I turned to Clint and said, “This is all you, Daddy.”
Clint spouted off some impressive Transformer knowledge, going into such detail I was afraid it was too much for Colby’s mind to digest.
“Wow,” I said, when he finished his explanation. “Well, I suppose it’s important to be straightforward about these things.”
“No sense in lying about it,” Clint shrugged.
It’s true, really. He’ll find out soon enough anyway.
Now, with the Transformer Talk under our belts, we’re that much more prepared for that other talk; the one where “when a mommy and daddy love each other very much…”
Maybe then we can put it into Transformer terms too:
“When a Decepticon and Autobot love each other very much…”
Nope. Wait. Decepticons and Autobots are enemies. And robots. And dude robots at that.
Hm.
Suddenly I’m beginning to think having the real “Talk” will be less complicated.
Have you ever seriously thought about the purpose of playdates and the true meaning behind them?
“Well, we go to playdates so my kids can learn social skills like sharing,” you might say.
This morning, Colby ran into the kitchen, sleepy-eyes and all, looked up at me from beneath his ridiculously long eyelashes and asked, “Mommy, we going to church today? It’s Easter?”
“It is! We are! Are you excited?” I asked.
“Yeah, I fink so,” he replied, his eyebrows in a serious contemplative scowl.
“Colby, do you know why we celebrate Easter?” I ventured.
“Nope.”
“Oh. My. Gosh. Do you want to hear
