Becoming a Mama

These are the Days of My Life.

These are the Days of My Life.

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My favorite days are the days when we don’t leave the house. When we all stay in our pajamas, and if we need to change due to a science experiment going a bit bonkers  we just change into more pajamas. There is in hour in time where the costumes burst out of their toy chest. A chase ensues around the…

Maybe it could Stay Summer just a little Longer?

Maybe it could Stay Summer just a little Longer?

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School is a week away! For every god awful please start an iv line full of vodka day there has been this summer there were more of  those days that the sun seemed to be shining from inside my house. OG will get on the bus, walk into his class room, and start his elementary school journey. His first year…

The Consequences of Laundry.

The Consequences of Laundry.

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Growing up I had expectations to meet. I had to clean the bathroom until My Mom said it was clean, which was always approved by the fourth inspection. I had to get good grades. I am not talking about passing grades here either. I had to get good grades, or my life turned into a phone dessert of misery. I…

The Dawn of the Age of Pinterest

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 I love Pinterest. My heart beats with admiration every time I see one of those bento box lunches where the rice has made itself into some fun sort of animal. Even though I smile every time I see some really fun food shaped into a smile in a kids lunch box I can not free form rice into a masterpiece….

Lonely Velcro

Lonely Velcro

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 Let me say that it is my Birthday week so posts might be a touch on the choppy side. I am sorry if you miss me, but absence does make the heart grow fonder right? Today I am heading to the beach solo with one of my favorite friends. No kids. Just two leo ladies soaking up some sun, on…

Sleep Fighters are a Real Thing.

Sleep Fighters are a Real Thing.

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 I read an article once that said babies do not fight sleep. It was a real life Doctor who said this. He said that babies do not fight sleep. They just  do not know how to sleep. Ummmmmmmm wait. You’re telling me that my baby who will brush his hand over his eyes non stop when he is on the…

Beaky Haters be Trippin.

Beaky Haters be Trippin.

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 *In our family we call a pacifier a beak. When OG was a baby my Mom started calling his pacifier a beaky. It stuck in our family. We traded in what was once a shu sha to me. ( which I had till I went into Kindergarten btw) Into the word beak. I will not take Lady Babies pacifier away…

WCW: Lady Baby

WCW: Lady Baby

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Lady Baby is most certainly my favorite Woman Crush Wednesday of all time. I love toddlers. I love their inability to fit their emotions in themselves. So when they are sad, mad or disappointed it comes pouring out of them and onto the floor. I love to listen to her string sentences into paragraphs. We sit on her bed together…

The Days are Long the Years are Short.

The Days are Long the Years are Short.

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I read a lot of witty articles about Mothering young children. There is a common theme in most of the bad day ones. The days where you are in the grocery store parking lot with two crying babies, and a miserable looking 6 year old, and the old lady who walks by says “Chin up kid it wont be like…

Everybody Gets a Trophy and Other Nonsense

Everybody Gets a Trophy and Other Nonsense

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This year I had an elementary school graduation, and a Kindergarten graduation. Of course in politically correct offend no one land they had to be called celebrations. “For the kids who did not get to move up a grade.” At home I told the kids it was their graduations. The majority of kids did move up a grade, but to…