Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I roll my eyes and let out a very audible sigh for the 28th time today. And it's only 8:45 am. The bickering. The constant bickering that you three partake in simply astounds me sometimes. And drives me up the wall all the time. I take a deep breath… Continue reading The Bro Zone.
Frank the Tank.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
The best rollercoaster.
Dear Son #1, From the moment you broke my water three weeks before you were due to the moment earlier today when it was the end of the world you didn't get a sprinkle donut, you've been keeping me on my toes. Your fierce independent nature and severe stubbornness can fill me with pride in… Continue reading The best rollercoaster.
It was all so new.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, You know your Mommy and Daddy, we're always up for trying new things and we like to encourage you to do the same, otherwise life is just far too boring. In hindsight maybe it would have been a more relaxing summer if we hadn't have spontaneously bought a 100-acre… Continue reading It was all so new.
Kids’ birthday parties—worse than wind chimes and horses. Combined.
Dear Son #1, I can’t believe you’re six years old already, I know I say that every year but it’s true. It honestly felt like yesterday that you almost arrived on a friend’s couch 2 ½ weeks early. The couch has since found a new home to my understanding, and I have always wondered if… Continue reading Kids’ birthday parties—worse than wind chimes and horses. Combined.
Dear Son #1 & #2, I had big plans. Huge plans. After the March Break that lasted 545 days, we weren’t letting all of our hard work go down the drain once summer vacation hit. We weren’t going to slack off and forget everything we painstakingly learned throughout the year. I wasn’t going to allow… Continue reading Big plans.
When the little things become the big things.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, It’s been the little things, hasn’t it? The little things that have kept us reasonably sane these last 15 months. The little things that we’ve had to look forward to. The little things that have morphed themselves into big things. All of a sudden, we lost play dates, grandparent visits,… Continue reading When the little things become the big things.
Why Mommies shouldn’t jump on trampolines.
Dear Son #1, #2, #3, A few weeks ago, as I was attempting to reclaim my youth and join you for a jump on a trampoline, one of you asked me: “Should Mommies jump on trampolines?” And it got me thinking. Heck no. We shouldn’t. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to keep… Continue reading Why Mommies shouldn’t jump on trampolines.
Swimming just isn’t fun without rules!
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, We’re back in the Red Zone again (yes, I do feel like I'm living in a Stephen King novel at the moment) which means we can go swimming again!! Yipee! I’m here, once again, to remind you of the rules. I know right? I’m such a hoot. Now, as… Continue reading Swimming just isn’t fun without rules!