Once upon a time I wrote this blog. I wrote this blog under the guise of wanting to help parents of children with special needs. Most specifically sensory processing disorder, but also tic disorders, severe food allergies, environmental allergies and asthma. I also included spectrum disorders, because "They" were trying to place my child there. I … Continue reading Sensory Processing Disorder Can Be Funny Too
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Fragmented Friday’s
As if my brain weren't fragmented enough. I get all this junk stuck in there and I don't know what to do with it. So Mrs. 4-4-4-4's over at Half-Past Kissin' Time has this great link-up. It's for all that stuff that gets relegated to my "blog about" notebook, but never really get's a chance … Continue reading Fragmented Friday’s
If My Life Were An Eighties Expose’
Thank you, thank you for joining us at Break the Parenting Mold, where Mom is a lot like Sybil, Dad is a lot like Ward Cleaver and the boy? Well the boy, he just can't be pinned down.... This week we have explored the fact that "Mom", also known as "Mama", "Wife" "Mommy Dunkit" and … Continue reading If My Life Were An Eighties Expose’
Happy Husband Sundays? {what if there’s no more?}
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 … Continue reading Happy Husband Sundays? {what if there’s no more?}
My son’s been using the B word lately.
So here's the thing. Swearing is NOT allowed in this house. I once was a raging, rebellious, tattoo covered, following bands for weeks on end, questionable bad decision-making teen/young adult. Had my child come into my life then, well, I would expect him to swear like a truck-driver. (Wait, my husband was a truck-driver...well, whatever, you know … Continue reading My son’s been using the B word lately.
Your Husband Just Called And Said It’s OK To Buy Anything You Want
Well here's the dumbest things I ever bought, on second thought I can only take the blame for some of these. Whether they are actual items, or memberships, either way we spent wasted the money and will NEVER see it again. I must start with this no brainer ~ EVERY SINGLE TOY IN MY HOUSE THAT … Continue reading Your Husband Just Called And Said It’s OK To Buy Anything You Want
Happy Husband Sunday’s? {What’s that Smell?}
Sometimes when my husband comes home from working all day I like to boss him around. I know, it's not fair, after all he works two jobs, 7 days, easily 80 hours a week. But you know, that kind of makes me a single parent, and for the one small hour that we are all … Continue reading Happy Husband Sunday’s? {What’s that Smell?}
Sticking my hand in the toaster
It's a rare thing, a minute alone, no less 120! Tonight is one of those beautiful nights Grandma wants to Grandparent, and boy am I thankful! Lately I've been wanting to write, but homeschooling and homemaking tend to get in the way. And yeah, I'll admit it, I feel guilty when I tell the boy, … Continue reading Sticking my hand in the toaster
Happy Husband Sundays?
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 … Continue reading Happy Husband Sundays?
I’m just a girl, parenting a boy.
That's him, that's my son, the one swinging from the loft on a swing made of home-made rope. I read a Facebook post the other day, one in which a mother was concerned about her stepson's rambunctious playing style. He's 5, and she has younger girls. I understand, I do. I am the mother of … Continue reading I’m just a girl, parenting a boy.
Jen Kehl 