Isaiah’s tennis teacher is a saint. He specializes in teaching 4-8 year olds tennis. Enough said. As the mother of an 8-year-old I can personally vouch for how difficult that must be. Oh wait – I forget we are assuming that child is typical. But my child is not typical, and this class includes
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I freaked out the boy tonight by announcing we were only going to listen to music now. The TV is making me crazy. It really is. I was a staunch no TV mama until he was 2 and a half. Then he got pneumonia for the first time and there was only so much entertaining
“Oh I get it now, those funny things on the helmets are to protect the skiers…” “What? What are you talking about?” My husband, son and I just left the rec center where we were playing bingo. I’m driving, it’s freezing and my body is wracked with shivers as we make our way towards home.
I remember when I was a Political Science major, I had this amazing professor who had us read a whole list of books on Utopias; just so we would be sure that we knew what a Utopia was, and that we didn’t live in one. After my son was born I began reading Young Adult
So I’m sitting in my bed feeling fairly crabby, and really not interested in writing – although I had every intention of doing so. I am reading people’s work, I am considering watching some back episodes on my iPad. Then my son starts hacking. If you know me, then you know my son sleeps with
This freakin’ weather! Not everyone has the pleasure of living in the midwest. I am aware of that. And I am acutely aware of the fact that many people live places were the sun shines at least, oh I don’t know; once every 4 days? Wow, that would be heaven. That would be like a
I’m sharing this post with Monday Listacles, the list is supposed to be “10 way’s my partner is awesome” Well, I guess I am taking this challenge on a little twisty turny ride, so sue me. So this will double as my Happy Husband Sunday post. So for those of you who never complain about your
So yesterday I’m panicking. What if there’s no more? Here I said I was going to do this regular feature, cause my husband is pretty darn entertaining. And by 8:30am, this morning, this is all I had: Husband looking at the mail yells to me from across the kitchen “Where’s this from?” (yes he even
This is the beginning of what I think will be a regular feature. My husband and my son are basically the reason I have laughter in my life. My son get’s 99% of the blog cause his humor is natural. I’m gonna give my husband that extra 1% cause, well let’s just say I want
I’m afraid I don’t have enough Venom or Angst to be a good blogger. I am afraid I am too content. Is my life perfect? NOT. Am I always happy? Not Quite. I am medicated. YAY! My husband has serious ADD. BOO!!!! My son has sensory processing disorder and wackoness. Love it. But no Angst
