“Yeah, I’m starving.”
“I bet you are. You didn’t eat anything while you were sick. What sounds good?”
“Because I’m so hungry, I’m gonna have to go with a really, really, really big Popsicle.”
Now some of y’all are going to have some issues with this post, but I’m not here to people please, (well, not entirely.) I’m here to tell it like it is and to tell the truth- and hopefully give you a chuckle. As a mother of an almost toddler with a new one on the way I am smack dab in the middle of the baby storm. Part of this “Babynado”, if you will, includes the much heated debate on whether or not babies can or can’t be ugly?
I hope this blog entry clears it up. The answer y’all is YES! A resounding YES. I know, I know I’m supposed to say all babies are gifts from God and they are beautiful. I DO believe that ALL babies are gifts from God, but they are not all asthetically pleasing to the eye. Am I lying?! (more…)
These photos were taken before we had a snowstorm and the snow was beautifully soft and powdery. (more…)
“Before you make your wish you’re supposed to say, ‘Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.’”
“No. I don’t think I need to that.”
“All right. take your chances…”
“How did that go again?”
I’m not mad, but feel like my friends who did this before me should have done a better job of warning me. Maybe they did, but like most impending moms I was just too excited/ scared/ nervous to listen, and my friends just did their due diligence by reassuring me that it was all going to be okay. And that’s what good friends are supposed to do.
I do vaguely remember a few friends and my mother saying something like, “You’re going to be so tired after the new baby gets here, that you need to sleep when the baby sleeps.” Which is all great in theory (more…)
“So, Mom? While you were gone, me and Dad played some tennis over at the court at the middle school.”
“He taught you how to play today?”
“Yeah, he did some serves.”
“And then we did some ballies.”
“I think you mean ‘volleys.’”
“Come on, Mom. It’s ballies, cause we’re playing with a ball and everything.”
The daycare is up and running again, after a wonderful holiday. However, with the deep freeze that Toronto was experiencing, we have been stuck inside for two whole days! Minus 25 degree or more with the wind chill is just not okay to trek out in if we don’t have to. And since Noah and B. are not yet back at school, we have had the luxury of avoiding it.
‘Cause why the heck not?! Some people plan their kids so they’re spaced out evenly over every couple of years.
Those people have the luxury of time. So if you can do that- more power to ya! Just for the record, I planned this baby too. I planned for it not to be still inside of me in the sweltering summer heat. (more…)
When my oldest was born I was all like….”Yeah yeah yeah…..I got this. I won’t talk to her like she’s a baby, I won’t homeschool her. I won’t spoil her. I won’t blah blah blah…”. Then Lex was born and I was all like “OH MY GOD HE IS NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE!!!!” See what getting old does to you? It makes you weak! Just terrible. For four years my son was always with me. We did everything together, the park, Chuck-E-Cheese, shopping….everything! He was never away from me. And he was very shy. His Dad and I thought that putting him in preschool would help him come out of his shell. It didn’t. Then came Kindergarten and we were so sure that this would be the year he really shined and showed everyone the brilliant child we saw at home every day. It wasn’t. First grade……I won’t even talk about first grade. It was so bad that I actually contemplated homeschooling him. That is actually what I really wanted to do. I wanted to keep him home, safe, with me. Forever. But I didn’t. We were moving to a new town and I thought “One more year. Let’s give this school a chance. Maybe it isn’t him.” and here we are, second grade, a new school and a new teacher. And things are still the same. BUT, his teacher isn’t like the others. She has taken the time to actually look deeper, and she has seen what we see every day. She just can’t get him to to show it. And do you know why??? Because of me. Me and my “OMG HE IS NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE!!!” I have bottled my son up (more…)