I'm gonna need more chocolate, lots more chocolate.
I'll tell you one thing I NEVER thought I'd be dealing with as I raised my own children, dealing with the sensation or visualization or emotionalization ~is that even a word? it is now!~ of watching one's own child-hood very nearly replayed, in front of your bloomin eyes, by one's own child. Yeah. Did that even make sense? Let me put it this way. I've finally admitted that my child is sneak eating food. Oh, I've known it has been going on for awhile but I think I REALLY didn't want to admit it. Why? I feel like...
Life moves pretty fast. But I'm sure that isn't news to any of you. We are coming to the end of another school year. 6 days and counting down. And while I am really happy about it on the one hand (not having to get the gremlins to school so damn early in the morning, homework, projects, so on and so forth), on the other hand it means that I'll have a 6th grader and 1st grader! Aaaaaaaah! Where has the time gone?? I can't believe my kids are so old. Ha. Yeah, I know that means that I'm old, too. Deh. I'm not looking...
My little Pumpkin had her 6th birthday a couple weeks ago and I can hardly believe it. So many years gone so quickly. Of course during those moments it didn't feel quick (more like eons and eons) but looking back on it now, it seems like the years went by incredibly fast. I get it now. She's such a character. She really makes me laugh with her antics & her sense of humor & she's smart as a whip. I might be biased. We decided to have her birthday party at our house in an effort to save some money. Why, oh why...
I'm shocked, is it possible? Really, really possible that I'm already 40?! Most days I don't believe it. There are days, however that I feel EVERY BIT as old as 40 and then some. I found this article awhile ago... 40 things every woman should do before she turns 40. In fact, this whole post got put on hold for about a year and a half around the time my father's health finally began to fail because of the damn cancer, radiation, and chemo. I've only -in the last few months- gotten back into a place that I feel like...
I've said it before but I'll say it again, I don't want to rush or wish these years away. However, there is a part of me that can't wait till my gremlins are grown up and away at college. Why? Because being married and being married with children is NOT the same thing. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.Your relationship with your spouse is majorly affected by children. Right? Would you agree with me on this? Well, if you don't, then you're an idiot. How I interacted with my husband while it was just the...
I was looking through a bunch of old pictures and came across this photo of Pumpkin. She was about 1 yr old when this was taken. And to this day, she still is a brat. A funny, entertaining, smart, adorable...
11 years ago today, and just like now it was a Wednesday, I went to the hospital to deliver my baby girl. We were so excited to finally meet her. Little did I know that it would take the entire day and a S#!T ton of pain before she'd join us. Oh, the naïvety of the first time parent. We couldn't be anymore proud of what an amazing young lady she has become. So much has changed that I can't even begin to detail it all and who would want to read that anyway, but sharing just a few things might not be bad...
I was recently reminded of the time when I had to take my gremlins to daycare for the very first time. It wasn't as traumatic for me as for some. More of a relief, in a way. See, up to the point in time when I decided to start the girls on the daycare path, I was attempting to work with them right in my office. Imagine, if you will, a 10x10 room with an L-shaped desk, shelves, a small couch, very little floor space, and a baby gate at the door. Now imagine a toddler & a mommy crammed in there. Not real conducive...
I feel as if I am constantly trying to slow down my Honey bunny. What do I mean? She's growing up, getting bigger, becoming a young lady, and I'm doing just about everything in my power to make sure she doesn't grow up too fast. Is it wrong of me? Maybe. Do I think it's the wrong way to handle it? Well, obviously no. But this is not to say that I'm not still helping her become an independent person, the thing is I really don't want her to rush into her teenage years before she is actually a teenager. Make sense...