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My Artists
"Mommy," Owen asked, "Why are you taking pictures of my artists?" "Well, Buddy," I said, "They are so beautiful, I never want to forget them." "Yeah," he replied. "They're BEAUTIFUL!" Following his example, I'm looking to seek more beauty in 2010...
The Greatest Christmas Pageant Never
I woke up extra early because today was the day of Owen's Christmas pageant. I made the coffee, scanned the headlines, and heard the phone ring. And right away, I knew. Owen's teacher explained that the parking lot was icy, and she felt it was best...
The Center for Kids Who Can\'t Read Good and Wanna Learn to Do Other Stuff Good Too
Owen's preschool teacher, Ms. Speck*, is simply put, a genius. She uses her preschool voodoo powers to teach my kid all sorts of useful things, things I should have gotten around to teaching him, had I not been too busy painting my toenails or peelin...
Chuppah
My boys have family members that love them, wonderful teachers, good friends, and a tapestry of amazing souls that create a chuppah of gentle support. This canopy of prayers, guidance, and teaching protects our boys from some of the harsh rea...
Friday Fragments: Cell Phone Edition
Ooooooooooooooh! A themed Friday Fragments! Be still my heart! This week, I will piece together all of the random pictures I've finally downloaded from my fancy-pants smart phone for your Friday Fragment pleasure. Thanks to Mrs. 4444 for hosting! ...
Masks
My son is terrified of masks. He has a friend who has a fantastic playroom full of all sorts of cool toys, including a Nerf Bazooka that shoots out balls in a rapid-fire, thrilling fashion. I mean, holy effing shitballs. Yet, this friend of his als...
Monster Truck Messiah
Today, finally---finally-- was the first day of December. And thank goodness, because if Owen had been forced to wait one more day before opening one of his three---yes, three--Advent calendars, he might have put me in a headlock. It's just further e...
Monster Truck Messiah
Today, finally---finally-- was the first day of December. And thank goodness, because if Owen had been forced to wait one more day before opening one of his three---yes, three--Advent calendars, he might have put me in a headlock. It's just further...
The Little Things
Yesterday, I bought myself a Snuggie. I was feeling down, and fourteen dollars seemed to be a reasonable amount for retail therapy. Paul laughed and told me never to wash it, because it would fall apart instantly. I didn't care. I was happy.They are ...
The Little Things
Yesterday, I bought myself a Snuggie. I was feeling down, and fourteen dollars seemed to be a reasonable amount for retail therapy. Paul laughed and told me never to wash it, because it would fall apart instantly. I didn't care. I was happy. They a...
Fortress
There are days when the fight just isn't in ya. Days like this morning, when I just didn't have one more syllable left to negotiate with my three-year-old.It's been a rough patch. Owen has been testing his limits and forgetting his manners. I'm feeli...
Fortress
There are days when the fight just isn't in ya. Days like this morning, when I just didn't have one more syllable left to negotiate with my three-year-old. It's been a rough patch. Owen has been testing his limits and forgetting his manners. I'm fee...
Morning Devotion
Owen sometimes crawls into bed with us at ungodly hours. Since we sleep in a full bed, the addition of a bony toddler with a propensity to sleep sideways makes for less than restful sleep. Yet, more often than not, we tolerate the discomfort becaus...
Morning Devotion
Owen sometimes crawls into bed with us at ungodly hours. Since we sleep in a full bed, the addition of a bony toddler with a propensity to sleep sideways makes for less than restful sleep. Yet, more often than not, we tolerate the discomfort becau...
Sundays in My City: Hamthrax
I live about an hour and a half from Washington DC. I rarely make it up there, but my cousin was in from Chicago for a conference, so Owen and I took the Metro in. I could write an entire post about our experiences there, but Unknown Mami asked us to...
Sundays in My City: Hamthrax
I live about an hour and a half from Washington DC. I rarely make it up there, but my cousin was in from Chicago for a conference, so Owen and I took the Metro in. I could write an entire post about our experiences there, but Unknown Mami asked us ...
Fix It!
won asked me "What is the first thing you do in the morning when you wake up? (By the way, check out her blog because she's one of the bravest people I have ever Inter-met.)On good mornings, I roll over and listen to Joel babble to himself on the mon...
Fix It!
won asked me "What is the first thing you do in the morning when you wake up? (By the way, check out her blog because she's one of the bravest people I have ever Inter-met.) On good mornings, I roll over and listen to Joel babble to himself on the m...
Pretzel Time
Day Who-Cares-At-This-Point of the great Cough-a-thon 2009: The dreaded arts and crafts edition. As loyal readers know, I hate anything crafty or creative. Glue guns and glitter send me under the table, rocking in the fetal position. The words "origa...
After the Fall
Yesterday, I was whiny and unmotivated.Today's a new day.The boys are still fighting the crud, but I decided to be militant about finding joy. When I'm frustrated, they get frustrated. When I get snippy, they amp up the whining. It's a reinforcing lo...
Uncharted Waters
Joel is a bit under the weather. A mother waiting with me at preschool said, "He's not his normal self," meaning that he was not attempting to topple the life-size statue of Mary or tear apart the "Choose Life" poster by the front door.These antics, ...
Thursday Mash-Up or the "Oh, Right! I have kids!" edition.
First things first:Tomorrow will be my one-year blogging anniversary. This will be my 321st post, believe it or not. I thank you, loyal readers, for indulging my need to have an audience. I thank you for providing me free therapy, a real excuse NOT t...
Serendipity
Serendipity is defined as "good fortune, or luck." In my personal dictionary, it just says, "See: October 21, 2009. Cara's birthday party."Cara is my good friend Jamie's younger daughter. Cara is a beautiful, caring, little girl. Her mother calls her...
Five Thoughts Thursday
Five Thoughts Thursday (I'm using this as a gimmick, because I've got to get things done, and I'm already behind...)1) Joel can say only a few words, but one of them is "'cracker." It always makes me think of the Chris Rock routine, where he talks ab...
Daydream Becomes Reality
In one of those ha-ha, wouldn't-that-be-crazy conversations that Paul and I are wont to have on hour four of a six hour car ride, we discussed our future, theoretical home. In the course of this conversation, we agreed that our future home would have...
Working on it
I think Joel is fighting a cold. If this was Owen, I would shrug and accept that this is all part of life. But, since this is Joel, I always go to That Place and think about Those Things and I feel so helpless and terrified that my throat tightens up...
The Witching Hour
It’s the witching hour. Four PM. Joel is clinging to my leg like a lamprey, as Owen is screeching from the bathroom, “Mommy! I need toilet paper. TOI-LET PA-PER! RIGHT NOW!” I scoop up Joel and walk towards the noise, only to see...
Good Intentions
I had the best of intentions.I took both boys to Giant this morning, because I think that sawdust and recycled newspapers are not the ingredients for a delicious dinner. And that was what we were having unless I bought groceries pronto.We went to a d...
Obligatory Owen\'s-First-Day-Of-Preschool Post
It was fantastic. Whenever I doubt that God is looking out for us, I'll remember this day.On the way to school, after we had stopped at Starbucks (of course), Owen was giving me my marching orders:"Mom, when you drop me off at preschool, make sure th...
Bigger Fish to Fry?
The late Tim Russert once prayed on-air that his beloved Buffalo Bills would win Super Bowl XXVIII. The Cowboys gave the Bills a royal boot-kicking. This proves, perhaps, that God is a Cowboys fan. (The proceeding paragraph is all I know about ...
