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, Well, here goes nothing. It’s officially the first day of school, but you’re staying at home this year. While everyone has their own reasons for either sending their kids to school or keeping them home – it doesn’t matter. Either way it was a hard decision to make. You so badly wanted… Continue reading First day of “school” – PLEASE SEND WINE
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Last week you found Mommy sitting on the floor in the kitchen crying. Not silent, trying-to-hide tears either. Mommy was full on ugly crying. Red face, sweaty and lots of snot. While there’s absolutely nothing shameful in Mommy having a good cry on the not-at-all-clean kitchen floor on a Tuesday… Continue reading This is why I’m crying on the kitchen floor.
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