This one? I don’t know where she learned this. But OH boy is she something else.
I’m not even kidding, you guys. She has this all measured out, perfected.
It’s time to go to bed. She knows it, but I have yet to say a word. Suddenly, she comes over and reads a book to me, giggling sweetly at all the right places. She pets my arm and sweetly kisses it and says, “Mommy, you are the BEST!”
Really? Because you hated me 20 minutes ago when I put
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We’ve had a rough week. Can’t really sugar-coat that for you. It’s just been downright rotten. My dad went into the hospital with pneumonia, my son (in typical BAM fashion) spent most of the wee hours of the night cooing instead of snoozing, and our pediatrician told us that our girl was struggling with seasonal allergies and prescribed her Claritin to take every single day.
But another, more concerning thing happened. Our girl went crazy.
Starting on Tuesday, we
Continue reading Is My Angel a Demon?
When my girl’s personality started really coming out, it became clear pretty quickly that we were in for quite a ride. Every glint of orneriness in her eyes is so familiar to me.
Just like looking in a mirror.
So it should come as no surprise when she pulls little pranks or stunts that make it clear that she’s already mastered the fine art of, um,
I wish it wasn’t true. I wish the only thing she ever learned from me
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My girl goes to something called Kids Clubs at a local church every Tuesday night. It’s sort of like scouting, only faith-based…specifically, Christian. You know, because we’re friends with Jesus, n’at. The two year-olds are all in a class together (God BLESS those teachers!), and they all wear purple shirts.
So of course she calls it “Purple Shirt Night”.
Today on the way home, we had this conversation:
I: Mommy, I worshipped with my Purple Shirt Night friends tonight!
Me: You worshipped?
I: Yes! I did!
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Remember when weekends were relaxed and leisurely? Sleeping in, quiet breakfasts at quaint little crepe houses or drinking tea while reading a good book?
Yeah, me neither.
This morning I decided to make some pancakes for the crew (and vegan! Who knew it was possible?). I mixed up the wet ingredients, and the dry, but before I could mix the two together, my little budding chef managed to dump 24 oz of honey into the mix in the time it took me to wash my hands.
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I just have to share this adorable little bunny rabbit softie that I whipped up for my girl recently. The pattern is amazing. I found it at The Mary Frances Project and couldn’t be more pleased with the directions..and the results!
My amazing mom bought me a new sewing machine. Because she rocks. My old one was a wreck, tangling up my threads, etc. I was missing pieces of it, and it could only do two stitches and one speed. My new little dreamer, while still
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Our family has been on quite a ride for the past nine months, as I was busy growing our little baby boy in mah belly. It was an eventful and complicated pregnancy, chock full of calls to the midwives, trips to the hospital and sleepless nights. He was due to arrive on Christmas Day, but after too much adventure in the womb, he decided to take one more complicated bow and come 3 1/2 weeks early.
That, in and of itself, is another post for another time.
But take a
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I’m pretty well convinced that as my belly grows, so do my hormones and my capacity for immense amounts of Sobby McWeepsalot impressions. And it really doesn’t take much.
On Halloween day, the Today Show hosts all dressed up as members of Britain’s royal family at the big wedding…and I cried when the fake bride got out of the fake limousine for the fake wedding.
I have countless stories of the funny things that made me cry when I was pregnant with the iToddler. Ridiculous things. I’m
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The iToddler is obsessed with poop.
Is this a 2 year-old milestone that wasn’t included…well…anywhere?
Tonight, we were walking up the stairs to go to bed, and she points to a package of toilet paper, asking, “Mommy, wassAT?”
And I reply, “That’s toilet paper, baby.”
And she says, “OHHH! Mommy’s pooping paper!”
Who’s teaching her this stuff?
I decided to take a little social media break recently and so I deactivated my Facebook page. What I didn’t realize when I did that, was how essential it is to me to be able to write about motherhood and life and my funny little observations along the way. I guess there’s a part of me that truly is a writer…or at least a storyteller.
Anyway, as I enter my 9th month of pregnancy with baby BAM, I have so many thoughts. First of all,
I Am Huge