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.
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, You know exactly what movie I'm talking about from this title alone. Because we watch too much TV? Possibly. Because we’ve seen this movie seven times? Probably. Because it’s the best movie ever? Most definitely. *** I do not speak for Alexander who will claim that Paw Patrol: The Movie… Continue reading Silenzio, Bruno!
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.
Dear Son #2, I have three boys that are all 20 months apart in age. They have more energy than a pack of Huskies who have been chugging Red Bulls all day, more attitude than a house full of teenagers without Internet, more mood changes than one of those Mood Rings in a mall candy dispenser and more daring,… Continue reading To my sweet, gentle middle child.
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.
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.
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!
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, As I write this post (FYI, I started writing this last Monday night), school is done for the day, as well as play time, screen time, down time, outdoor time, reading time and meltdown time. You have been fed, bathed and put into bed with the usual Bedtime Threes… Continue reading “Just” a Stay-At-Home-Mom.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, There are many things that people say to me as I stroll around with three boys under five... “You’ve got your hands full” - And a few more would be helpful. “Wow, three boys, busy mama” - Yes, I haven’t been bored or rested since 2015. “Oooh are you going to try… Continue reading No. I will not enjoy every moment with you.
dearsonlovemommy.com 