10 years ago, on March 3, I became a mother.
Category Archives: Parenthood
Funny how that works, isn’t it?
My son swears he can’t memorize his times tables because it’s too much. Yet, as he’s laying in bed, he’s quoting, to himself, the entire “The Master of Disguise” movie. I mean, word for word.
Guess what he’ll be doing when he gets home from school tomorrow? And he’s not coming out til they’re memorized.
Why I believe in Angels.
Being a parent is a scary thing at times. You love your children so much and the thought of something bad happening to them is unbearable. I can not even comprehend how parents who lose a child can go on living. It doesn’t seem possible to me. That is my biggest fear in life. You do your best to protect them and keep them safe, but there are just somethings that are out of your control.
This is what it’s all about.
Nothing better than waking up to this…
*kiss on the cheek*
“You’re the best mommy in the galaxy, in every planet, in every state, every town, in the whole wide world and you’re the most beautiful girl ever born.”
Sigh…
so you’re telling me the vice president is a penis?
Ethan called Andrew a “dick” today. My husband heard him and called him in the room to discuss this with him. We all sat down and Tony started talking. This is how the conversation went.
Tony: Ethan, do you know what dick means?
*andrew and ethan cracking up laughing*
Tony: this isn’t funny.
*I start laughing*
Tony: ok, y, you’re not helping.
Me: sorry, you’re right.
Tony: Ok, do you know what it means?
Ethan: no?? *laughing*
Andrew: then how come you were laughing when you said it ethan?
Ethan: shutup andrew!
Tony: ok, dick can be a mans name, like the vice presidents name is Dick Cheney.
Andrew: his name is dick! *laughs*
me: *laughs*
Ethan:*laughs*
Tony:*tries not to laugh*
Tony: but, it can also be a bad word, it’s another name for penis, so you just called your brother a penis.
Ethan:*falls to the floor laughing* so people name their babies penis?
Andrew: you called me a penis. *laughs*
Tony: well, dick is a nickname for richard.
Ethan: daddy said dick.
Andrew: *laughs*
me: TONY, GIVE IT UP!!!!! JUST TELL HIM NOT TO SAY DICK ALREADY AND BE DONE WITH IT.
Making me proud on a daily basis
Ethan just walked in and says “Look mom, my watch is waterproof.” Now, to prove this, most kids would walk over to the sink and turn the water on, right? Not my son, nope, he just opened his mouth and spit on the watch.
They are *so* my kids!
I’m not smiling, I have gas.
I have a problem.
I find it hard not to laugh when my kids are getting in trouble or being smart asses.
My husband gets upset when I do this, but I can’t help but laugh at some of the things they say. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think rude behavior is acceptable and I don’t let them get away with it, but there are many times when they say things that are totally out of line but funny as hell and I have to run out of the room, or put something in front of my face so they can’t see me laughing.
Luckily, Tony doesn’t find it as funny, so he can take over when I can’t handle it. I just wish I had the control he does.
Never again.
I went with Ethan’s class to the Los Angeles Zoo. Let me just say this.
I hate the zoo. I mean i hate it!!
It’s boring, it stinks, you have to walk too damn much, it’s boring, it’s hot, it’s boring, it’s dirty, it’s boring.
After an hour Ethan was crying that “his ankle hurt, his legs were tired, the animals ‘weren’t doing anything’, he was hungry, he was thirsty, blah blah blah. I enjoyed spending the day with him and tried to make it as positive of an experience as possible, but I HATED EVERY SECOND OF IT.
Why would anyone go there voluntarily? I love animals and all, but to see a big ass elephant confined to a small cage, or a seal in a tank of water as big as my bathtub just seems cruel… and then there’s all that WALKING just to see ONE gorilla sleeping for 5 minutes. I don’t get it. I will never go back, ever.
Telling it like it is
Tony: no, you can’t go with me, it’s too dangerous, you can go with me when you get older.
Ethan: Daddy, you’ll be dead when I’m older, so that’s never gonna happen.
Happy Birthday To My First Baby.
Today is my baby’s 10th birthday. I have a lot to say about it, but I have to go surprise him with his favorite lunch (chicken crispers from Chilis). I already took cupcakes and punch for the class earlier and embarassed him by making his classmates count out while I kissed him 10 times in front of everyone! Now it’s time to surprise him with some good food!
Alright, stay tuned for my sappy, “I can’t believe my baby is 10” post! 😉