I. AM. SO. SICK. OF. BEING. THE. TIME. POLICE. Wish I had something really rich, deep and inspiring to share, but I don’t. It’s a day for just venting. Every day, every mother goes through this. GETTING OUT THE DOOR. For school, for camps, for appointments, for sports, for the grocery store, for play-dates and playtimes. For WHATEVER, because we don’t live and hibernate in our homes. Nor do I Continue Reading
Baby, You Have Come So Far
Once you hardly moved. Now you are running. Once you hardly cried. Now your cry is heard and understood. Once you barely spoke. Now you ask a million-seventy-two questions per day. Once you could not hold anything in your poor low-tone fingers. Now you can write two sentences, easily. Once you could not read the pages of the books you flipped through obsessively. Now you read. Out loud. Continue Reading
I’m A Wanna-Be Fun-Summer-Mama
I love summertime and I also truly struggle with summertime. I love BBQ’s, festive parties, July 4th fireworks, and eating outdoors. I love that there’s no homework for my 3 kids (and me!). I love the sunshine and warmth of Southern California. I love seeing my kids swim and splash and play as if there were no better activity in life ever. But I really struggle with the kids being out of Continue Reading
Rainbow Poop
There it was. Gracie’s glorious puppy markings in the “potty spot.” The day before I had caught Gracie eating crayons in the boys’ room. And you know what? She had rainbow poop. I actually saw light blue and purple and orange wax remnants. Yes, I know, too much detail. You get the picture! I’m a mom, so these things just don’t gross me out anymore. It’s striking to me how, now that I am Continue Reading
The Kitchen Floor Chat
Who knew that the kitchen floor would be the place for a monumental conversation? Kate hopped out of bed one night recently. I was puttering in the kitchen and she plopped herself down on the floor. I don’t know what stopped me from firmly giving the stay-in-bed-lecture. I stopped what I was doing instead, thankfully, and sat down beside her. Maybe I intuitively knew what was coming. Kate: I Continue Reading
I Desperately Need Arts-N-Crafts Boot Camp
I bought my very first glue gun. I know, I know…how did I survive 11+ years as a stay-at-home mom without one?? Well, if you have been reading my blog from the start, you KNOW that I dislike and avoid arts and crafts. Is it that I dislike or even hate these type of projects, or is the truth that I am totally, undeniably insecure in my artistic ability? Yes, the latter. I told you I would Continue Reading
Tooth Lost, Joy Found
One night as I was tucking Kate (age 6) into bed, she said, “Mom, what is happening?!” and turned around to show me her mouth, which was dripping blood. I shrieked, “You lost your tooth! Your first tooth!” But then we could not actually find it. We searched her bedding, her pajamas, under her bed, and through the shag rug, all to no avail. She didn’t mind she was so belly-laughing-slap-happy Continue Reading
I Avoid The Mother’s Day Aisles
I still miss my mother. It’s been 7 years and 7 months since she passed away from lung cancer. And I still. Miss. Her. I think of her when I buy new sheets and hear her voice in my head, saying “always buy high thread counts.” I think of her when I buy “half & half” creamer for coffee as a treat and how she poured this over our cereal growing up, like all good moms from Nebraska do. I Continue Reading
If I Can Run, ANYBODY Can
Real runners don’t care if they wear matchy-matchy outfits when they run. Real runners run in the rain. Or wind. Or heat. Or snow. They just gotta run. Real runners run in the street, despite the sidewalk on their route. Real runners run even if it means the run begins and ends in the darkness and cold of the early morning. Real runners have a love affair with their running shoe label and Continue Reading
When I Became A Grown-Up
I became a grown-up when I was 9 years old and tried cigarettes for the first time. It was July of 1979, Southern California summertime. My sister and I were enjoying our break from private school. Apparently the babysitter was on vacation, too. In my Ditto shorts and rainbow top I watched myself in the full-length mirror glued to my bedroom door. I looked so chic as I tried to make rings of Continue Reading