This is just unbelievable.
We came home tonight and Ethan ran straight to his room to pet his new hamster, you know, the one I bought to mend his broken heart from the death of his pet cricket, Jibbity? That hamster?
“Mom, Missy’s not moving and I’m petting her.”
OH GREAT. NO GOD PLEASE, NO!!!
Yes. Missy died.
Ethan is a wreck, once again, another broken heart.
I feel so bad for him. You have no idea.
Ugh.
No more pets, I can’t go through this again. I’ve got to think of something that will make him happy that can’t freakin’ die!
R.I.P Missy.
Double ugh.
Category Archives: Parenthood
It’s not an insect, it’s a PET!
Ethan caught a cricket the other night. His dad let him keep it, but told him he had to set it free in 3 days.
Well, that’s not going to happen. Ethan now thinks the cricket is his pet. He says he’s part of our family now. The kid walks around with the plastic container, talking to him.
“Jibbity (which is what he named him), I love you! Jibbity, we all love you.”
He takes him to school, to my moms house while I’m at work and sets him by his bed at night.
He told me he’s going to take Jibbity to the movies when my mom takes them this weekend. I told him Grandma’s not going to like that. His response?
“Mom, Grandma already told me Jibbity could come, that’s her GRANDCRICKET and she said she’s not leaving any of her grandkids behind.”
The kid is just like me in the sense that he gets attached to things easily. He loves with all of his heart and isn’t afraid to show it. Of course, he gets his heart broken easily the same way I do, (like when his bunny died) but I’m so glad I have a son that loves with all of his little heart.
RETRO BILL IS NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!!!!
I never curse around or at my children.
However, the older Andrew gets, the more I get tempted to use certain words because of the attitude he gives me. So tonight I was fed up and I said “quit being a smart ass, Andrew.”
Ethan was mortified. He got up out of his chair and said “oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Mom, you just said A-S-S. You’re not supposed to say bad words!” Then, came The Threat.
“Just wait until Retro Bill comes back to my school and I tell him about this. Retro Bill is not going to be happy about this, he said people who use bad words aren’t cool, ohhhhhhhh you’re so busted!”
He’s totally serious and completely pissed off. He’s going to tell Retro Bill that I said A-S-S.
Who is this Retro Bill person, and where did he come from?
Pass the ear plugs please.
My kids talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk…
They never stop talking. Ever. They talk from the second they wake up until the time I have to threaten them with awful things to get them to go to sleep.
They talk even if they have nothing to say. They’ll say say random words.
“fart”
“butt”
“boobies”
“crap”
“poop”
“penis”
They never shut up.
Ever.
If they aren’t saying words, they’re making sound affects.
Guns sounds.
Animal sounds.
Fart sounds.
Oh, and then there’s beat boxing.
Lord.Have.Mercy.On.Me.Please.
The tale of the fighting sisters and two tapes.
I have 2 brothers and one sister. My sister and I are very close now, but growing up, we hated each other most of the time.
We fought constantly. When I say fight, I mean physical violent fights.
Hitting, scratching, hair pulling, biting, kicking, cutting, burning with irons, punching… That kind of fighting.
I have the scars to prove it. One on my belly from a knife cutting incident.
It’s a beautiful day…
Today it’s all about Ethan.
He came into this world on June 19, 1997 at 2:47pm. He weighed 7lbs 7ozs and was 21 inches long. I’ll never forget the minute he was born and they handed him to me. I just cried and said over and over again “you’re so beautiful, I love you so much.”
He has brought me so much joy since that day with his outgoing personality and his sense of humor.
I am so proud of that boy. He’s a special kid and everyone who meets him knows it.
Happy birthday to my Precious.
Excuse me while I brag
“Ethan’s excellent work is a reflection of his positive attitude and effort. He is always willing to accept a challenge and is enthusiatic about learning. He is well liked by his peers and demonstrates exemplary citizenship. It’s been a pleasure having Ethan in class.”
And he came from me… can you believe that?
Best.daddy.evah!
I wanted to wish my sweet Tony a wonderful Fathers Day.
He may not be romantic, but he is one hell of a daddy. My kids are truly blessed.
From the day I found out I was pregnant with our first son, I knew he was going to be an amazing dad. I don’t think he stopped smiling for 9 months and he waited on me hand and foot. He would sing to my belly, talk to my belly, lay his head on my belly. He loved the baby before he had ever seen him.
I’ll never forget him by my side while I was in labor. Wiping the sweat from my forehead with a washcloth, encouraging me, telling me how good I was doing, feeding me ice chips, rubbing my back, breathing with me, running his fingers through my hair, taking it when I yelled at him and told him this was all “his damn fault” and to “shut the hell up.” And then, when I pushed that baby out, hearing him cry and thank God for his son and then kissing me on the forehead, repeatedly telling me he loved me and thanking me for giving him a son.
I’ll always remember the way he took care of me when we got home. The way he would hold our son and look at him with such love and care would melt my heart. He would get up with me while I was feeding him, just to keep me company. He would change diapers, rock him to sleep, play with him. He would just love every minute of being a daddy to our baby.
Now that our kids are 10 and almost 6 he is still the best dad a kid could ask for. He takes them fishing, camping, hiking and shooting. He plays baseball, basketball and hide and seek in the front yard. He builds them things, fixes broken toys, makes them breakfast on his days off, rents them video games, takes them to the 99cent store every friday night, takes them for ice cream, teaches them about being responsible, teaches them to respect their mother, he acts silly with them, builds forts, camps out in the living room but mostly he just loves them.
And they love him right back.
Thank you for giving all you’ve got to our children. If they grow up to be half of the man you are, they will be more amazing than most.
Happy Fathers Day, Pighunter!!
I love you.
Mushy mommy stuff.
Have I mentioned recently how dearly I love my children?
I surprised them this morning and took them to the park for a little picnic. It was wonderful. I loved watching them play together, as friends. I love how they would look over to see if I was watching them. They love me and want me to be proud of the things they do.
At one point, they asked me to come and play with them, at first I said no. You see, I hate sand. I mean I hate sand!!! I started to think of what I had wrote recently, It’s the little things, the simple things that life is all about, so I decided to kick my sandals off, roll my pants up and jump on in, get my feet dirty and have some fun with my boys. It was so much fun running around, swinging on the monkey bars, jumping off the swings and just being silly with my kids. I almost missed out on all of that fun, for a stupid reason which is something I have done my entire life. I’m just glad that I have learned from my mistakes and am working damn hard on not repeating them ever again. I refuse to let life pass me by any longer, I’m going to live it to the fullest everyday.
Now that the sun has finally burned through the haze, I think I’m going to take my boys to go get an ice cream.
Mooooo
I love listening to my boys talk while they’re eating breakfast.
Today’s discussion is deep.
“Are hot dogs made from cow penis?”
Andrew has come to the conclusion that they are because “hot dogs come from cows and why else would they call them weiners?”
So Ethan says “well, then you like eating cow weiners because you love hot dogs.”
They both start laughing like little girls.
Never a dull moment in this house, I tell ya.