When I became a mother I viewed things much differently. Every male child my son’s age or younger somehow became mine. Well, at least in the movies or on TV. If the character hurt I felt as if it was my own child and it broke my heart. Continue reading
Driving to the mall this afternoon I was listening to an audio book. The narrator was talking about how boys on the playground can give each other bloody noses and then be best friends again the next day.
Isaiah: “Just like conflict corner!”
Me: “Conflict what?”
Isaiah: “Conflict Corner is a place in my P.E. class. If you get in an argument with someone you go there. There’s a piece of paper that tells you what to do.
1. Each person shares their side of the story.
2. Together you come up with a solution.
3. You shake hands.
4. Give each other a compliment.
5. Go back and play.
Me: “What was the solution the time you went to conflict corner?”
Isaiah: “I’m not very good at coming up with solutions. I just asked my friend if he wanted to go back and play again. I’m a sly fox mama…just like my daddy.”
Here is my refrigerator. The handle is beautifully decorated with a fluffy Christmas blanky. How this appliance has become an extra storage space is something I can’t explain. I’ve previously shared some of the random contents my lovely boys have left behind. In case you missed it here are the links.
Last night was no different. In the time it took me to make homemade buttercream frosting the blanky was tied to the handle and a surprise was waiting for me on the fridge door.
Poor “Omaha” the reindeer. Aaron said “he needed some cold time”. As always there’s never a dull moment around here 🙂
Cheese…check. Continue reading
- My quotes, stories, pics etc. needed a home.
- Maybe someday it will make me money!
- I love stats…actually I’m addicted to watching this site grow!
- I wanted to learn more about website/blog building.
- I wanted to learn how to manage social media in an effort to drive traffic to my site.
- I wanted to learn about networking.
- It’s an outlet. I love to tell stories and I believe there are parents out there that can relate.
I admit it.
I snuck it under my sweatshirt so they wouldn’t see.
No. I didn’t share.
Yes. It was good.
He was in a recliner. On one side was a giant stuffed gorilla and a gigantic fluffy dog on the other. He threw them violently to the floor but remained seated.
“This is nice. I like that this seat has cookies and lemonade. Now I have to swim. I’ll have to use my swimming suit.”
He brought the invisible cookie up to his mouth and began to chew the air. After eating the chocolate chip air cookie he crawled out onto the reclined foot rest. His weight pushed down the recliner causing the chair to fling back hitting my wall.
I continued to stare in his direction without saying a word. What is there to say? We were clearly in his fantasy world. It was 10:00 PM.
It’s been 38 minutes…he’s still up. Here’s a recap of what happens in just over 30 minutes.
“Mama, I’ve added more folders on your phone. Now we have room to put more games on there”.
He obviously doesn’t comprehend my lack of available storage space is unrelated to how the app icons are organized.
“How many games are you downloading?”
“Isn’t that excessive?”
“Can I get this one? It’s on sale.”
“For sale as in…free? You know it has to say…F.R.E.E. Do you see those letters?”
“I think so.”
I glance at the phone and see it’s a game you have to get on Amazon Underground.
“No baby. That one isn’t free. It doesn’t even tell you how much it is.”
“Yes it is! You just have to go to the other market.”
“Ugghhhhh… look!” (points to the shopping cart) I’m just going to teleport over there. You’ll see…”
He clicks the link to open the other “market”.
“NOOOOOO!! I saw of glimpse of $99 per year and went into flip mode. Seriously?!?!?! Just stop! Get a game out of the cloud that you already have or go to bed!”
He picks a version of Angry Birds in outer space.
“Wake me up when it’s done installing…nope never mind…my game is ready!!”
So…a couple of things we can conclude here:
- I’m doing a terrible job parenting this evening.
- I wish my husband was home. 3rd shift nights = mama & Aaron stay up too late
- Aaron is SUPER smart…maybe too smart 🙂
I wonder what it’s like to do laundry in a home where all of the dirty clothes are in a designated location. I think it’s called a hamper. Maybe some people are more familiar with the term laundry basket.
Here in my family we like to play a little game called “Hide & Go Seek Laundry To Wash”! Continue reading
Anyone have a mama’s boy? What about a daddy’s boy? Continue reading
I’ve come to the point in motherhood where my children are interested in things that my brain doesn’t want to comprehend. I get the basic super hero plots. I know who’s who in the Marvel world. Now my oldest is going through a Batman phase. Batman is from DC Comics…not Marvel.
I don’t like him.
His movies are dark.
His video game is dark.
It’s always raining.
It’s always nighttime.
I want him to go away. Continue reading