From the moment I wrote the title of this article I have struggled. I am humbled by my inability to put into words the impact my brother, Joseph, has had on my life. I am going to give it my best damn try.
Tag: childhood
I am jealous of a blanky.
All of my children have done it. All three have become inexplicably attached to a piece of fabric. Blankies rule the roost in our home. When blankies are being washed, my children enter a mourning period. God forbid I dry the things too. There are few things worse than a crying baby, especially one … Continue reading I am jealous of a blanky.
I just want to raise good humans.
I want the very best for my children. I want them to be able to achieve whatever goal they will eventually set for their lives. Recently it hit me that I do not care what that goal is, but I want it to include them being good people. The evening before my son's first … Continue reading I just want to raise good humans.
Parenting a Painfully Independent Spirit
C2 is my middle child. She is 3-years old, fiercely independent, and unpredictable. I am constantly questioning my ability to parent her in a way that encourages self-expression, while keeping the batshit crazy in check. Her freak-flag flies high. Imagination C2 is a kiddo with an ability to turn any situation into an … Continue reading Parenting a Painfully Independent Spirit
Some days I rock the “Mom” title. Today my kids ate 2-pounds of sandwich meat for breakfast while I slept.
I was tired. I desperately needed some extra sleep after being held-over to work until 3am. It was a cool morning and my husband had cracked a window in our bedroom. I was cuddled under a down blanket. My husband had left for work, so the bed was mine. The baby woke … Continue reading Some days I rock the “Mom” title. Today my kids ate 2-pounds of sandwich meat for breakfast while I slept.
A list of crap I can’t believe I’ve said: Parenting Edition
I am one of those parents that usually speaks before I think. This results in some super random comments coming out of my mouth. Potty training: "Don't touch the poop!" "No, your vagina and your butthole are not the same thing." "It will not miss you, flush." "It's cool that you can pee with no … Continue reading A list of crap I can’t believe I’ve said: Parenting Edition
Luke the chicken has the right idea: Let your kids enjoy the dirt.
The above picture is my chicken, Luke, and her seven little Jedi. Luke is a badass mama who doesn't take any crap from anyone. She has successfully raised her littles and defended them from an army of barn cats, a 120lb lab, and my own human littles who want to love her chicken littles to … Continue reading Luke the chicken has the right idea: Let your kids enjoy the dirt.
If the phonics bus was honest.
Most people have been exposed to some version of the incessant phonics bus. The monotonous and repetitive droning of letters and sounds is burned into my mind. I have fantasized about the demise of this bus. Watching it be thrown from a highway overpass and then promptly run over by a semitruck, … Continue reading If the phonics bus was honest.
My kids are a living Halloween special: Conversations with the dead and talk of past lives
I'm a skeptic about all things paranormal. Unfortunately for me, my children are not. There have been several instances in my parenting career that make me question my own skepticism. C1's relationship with the past Grandpa Henry and Ruger My son (C1) was 2.5- years old when it started. We had just … Continue reading My kids are a living Halloween special: Conversations with the dead and talk of past lives
This is why we can’t have nice things.
There is a rule in my home regarding the pristine condition of, well, everything. That rule is that nothing, absolutely nothing, will stay in any form of pristine condition. Somewhere between all the farm critters, my husband's constant projects, 3 kids, and my own general clumsiness, pristine gets lost. I have gathered a small body of … Continue reading This is why we can’t have nice things.
Tired Not Dead 