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Nudist Colony

Maniacal Mommy — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 20:05:19 +0000

Toddlers are so entertaining! JD has reached a milestone with his speech, meaning I can understand more of what he says and not just intuitively know what he wants. He has started interacting with the tv, which I find hilarious. I was washing dishes when I heard Mickey Mouse ask “would you like to come inside my clubhouse?” JD says “no!” He will guess the Mouse-ka-tool though, and I am continually impressed with how bright he is. Okay, until he pulls the little step stool up to the counter and pries the lid off the cookie jar. Then his ingenuity is a tad aggravating.

I Hate My Husband’s Job…But Not Really.

Mom With A Pen — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 05:10:29 +0000

For the most part, I love being a Stay at Home Mom. But, on occasion, being part of the “hey, today I can wear pajamas…again” club makes me want to scream. With my eldest being a “one hand on the hip…roll your eyes to the right…and sigh” chick-a-dee, and my youngest in the midst of a terrible bout of separation anxiety that makes my head want to explode, I think what I’m about to announce can be understood:

Putting On Kindness

Maniacal Mommy — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 22:24:14 +0000

I would like to welcome Alicia as my guest today. I have been a fan of hers for years, way back to when MySpace was popular (ha ha!). I especially loved this piece on kindness. Too often the people I live with are wearing their “grumpy pants” rather than their “kindness boots.” It reminded me that setting a good example of treating others the way I want to be treated, well, it is a constant lesson. Demonstrating patience and kindness for those we cherish most is important, but it easily falls to the wayside with sibling rivalry and the antics of the witching hour. I am seldom the picture of patience or kindness when the boys decide that quiet reading before bedtime means “run through the house screaming and winding the toddler up”.

Mary…Mary…

Mom With A Pen — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 18:42:11 +0000

…quite contrary.

Every day seems like the same old day around here. I’m not complaining, but my ADD isn’t amused. It works to get the creative juices flowing though. So, today we started experimenting with growing fruits and veggies from root and seed. Our kitchen window gets pretty decent light and we are now using our ledge for more than the kids trying desperately to sit on it. As long as the cat doesn’t get mad, and knock things down, our experiments should keep the oldest child entertained for about 10 minutes in the morning. Maybe more if she wants to journal about how the green onions have sprouted and grown in 3 days! Which she has.

Crossing the Line

Mom With A Pen — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 04:19:34 +0000

There’s a line that every woman crosses at one point or another. And, not in the right way. Is there a right way to cross a line? Only if you’re running a marathon. And, even then, you shouldn’t be scowling and giving people dirty looks. Just sayin’.

Protected: A Rose By Any Other Name

Maniacal Mommy — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 01:15:47 +0000

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Protected: Big Deal

Maniacal Mommy — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 03:57:37 +0000

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Boo!

Maniacal Mommy — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 00:12:13 +0000

I know I am a jumpy person. I could blame it on growing up in Texas, where the occasional scorpion or more common fire ant made you wary. Lots of things are poisonous there. I brought home a present from Texas once, and apparently rode with a black widow spider all the way back to Michigan. That still gives me the willies just thinking about it.

Rambunctious

Maniacal Mommy — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 18:54:23 +0000

I found myself having to take a drive on this blustery day. That is the way it goes. I make an appointment, and inclement weather follows. Overdue Pap smear finally going to get done? Hello, blizzard! So of course today was rainy and windy and downright chilly.

Where’s the Advil?

Maniacal Mommy — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 20:10:31 +0000

I will never forget the belly laugh I had when one of my larger patients on the orthopedic unit at the hospital told me “I am built for comfort, not speed.” I thought of that last night at soccer practice, when one of the dads was telling me how he was trying to steer his son toward football, explaining that their build was suited more toward such a game and speed was not their strong point.