Mom With A Pen

Tales from the Diaper Pail

Maniacal Mommy — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 21:24:39 +0000

Not to brag or anything, but on a previous blogging venue, I was rather known for my poop stories. Ok, obviously I am not boasting, since it is really a sad indicator of what your life can become when you are a stay at home mom: Do I have some stories for you!

Current Mood: Oh no you didn’t!

The Art of Hugging

B-Sting — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 03:29:20 +0000

Similar to The Art of War, a Chinese military treatise that was written by Sun Tzu in the 6th century BC, the art of hugging is just as revealing, albeit not as well documented.

Take my tomatoes- please!

Maniacal Mommy — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 19:21:08 +0000

It has been a wonderful year for tomatoes. Last summer they refused to ripen. This was probably for the best, since JD was only a few months old and canning them was not really a feasible option. My stash of home canned tomatoes had dwindled down to the point where I was almost panicking. No goulash? What if I really, really want goulash? You can’t make goulash with (gasp) store bought canned tomatoes!

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Current Mood: Green

Baby Proof

Maniacal Mommy — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 23:33:12 +0000

I always laugh when I think about baby-proofing. Mostly because of that saying “I child-proofed the house, but they keep getting back in!” but also because it is impossible.

Making your home a sanctuary in which no child will ever get hurt/ingest a chemical/swallow a Lego is not going to happen. New mothers, take notes. It will save your sanity!

I Can’t Sleep (Volume I, Issue 2)

B-Sting — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 03:14:03 +0000

Tonite’s installment of, I Can’t Sleep, has been brought to you by the makers of Naturally More Peanut Butter. Naturally More Peanut Butter: Because, naturally, I need more peanut butter than the average binge eater.

Current Mood: Catty & Devilish & Drowning & Horsing around… & Juggling the world & Needing a time out… & Perplexed…??? & Playful & Sassy

Dirt, Blood and Tears

Maniacal Mommy — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 23:32:36 +0000

I want to preface this with some major kudos to the single parents. I don’t know how you do it. Seriously.

I foolishly decided that I could take all three boys camping by myself. No husband.

On the Road Again

Maniacal Mommy — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 20:44:20 +0000

My friends had invited us to go camping with them. They had their grandkids for the weekend of this really excellent tractor show (a phrase I never thought I would utter, I assure you) and were hoping we would tag along so they would have some built in playmates.

Toddler Tantrums

Maniacal Mommy — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 19:57:06 +0000

Sometimes I have trouble reminding myself that JD is a full-fledged toddler. Most people refer to it as "denial." He is my youngest, he is the last, and certainly will be my "baby" forever, right? I can only ignore those "signs" for so long, those indicators that my baby is on the path to becoming a little boy.

Bill Goldberg, Eat Your Heart Out…in October

Mom With A Pen — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 07:21:16 +0000

There’s something to be said about owning a house. For many years, due to my husband’s job, we lived in furnished apartments on college campuses. Some were nice and some were…er..not so nice. Drop-ceilings, walk-in showers (reminiscent of an 80′s gym locker room) and lack of closet and cabinets were like an HGTV reality show challenge. Every time we moved (which was about every two years), I thought Vern Yip was going to appear, cock his head to the side and say, “So, how are you going to make this space yours?”

What do Wolves Eat?

Surly Mom — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 15:51:29 +0000

I spent the better part of Thursday morning waiting in an auditorium filled with parents and children. Just my luck, I happened to be seated in the row directly in front of two young ladies who have spent a few years honing their skills to near perfection in “teen speak.” Every now and again, I’d lean over to my daughter and mutter, “If you ever…..” After the first hour, I was begging for sharp implements with which to stab my eardrums and put me out of my misery.