You now how some kids take after one parent and others take after the other? Maybe it’s just the look of the child, which is true in our case, but often it’s the personality too. The redheads look most like me, including being a bit taller and having my characteristic long narrow feet (the poor things.) The middle child is blonde like her dad and is capable of tanning (what?! How’d she manage that? Clearly not my kid.) And she’s a natural at math. (Again, where did this child come from?)
So the other day I was cutting up broccoli and was taken by one piece that looked to me like a little broccoli man holding up two little leafy arms. I said, “Awwhh,” because it was so stinkin’ cute!
It looked like one of these only cuter and with more pronounced “arms.” Go ahead and run in fear all you broccoliphobes. (I’m looking at you, Andrew.)
I showed my husband, and he was like, “I don’t get it.”
Then I showed “my” girls, who with no prompting beyond, “Look at this,” both said, in unison, “Awwhh…” Read the rest of this entry
Whilst caressing my cheek and speaking in a sweet voice, my daughter said, “Mommy, I really don’t like you. I like daddy.”
And someone else sent me this nugget: Read the rest of this entry
Remember that song from the 90s called “Hunger Strike” by Temple of the Dog? The band was a project of the members of Soundgarden and Pearl Jam? (Yes, I know my inner grunge is showing.) Here’s the obligatory video that you probably won’t watch, but maybe you can hit play and listen for a bit to get the gist, if it isn’t obvious from the title.
So this was playing the other day and my ten-year-old daughter commented, “This guy sounds really hungry.”
Her smart genes are inherited, thank you very much!
Next it was this song, another 90s hit, “What’s up?” by 4 Non Blondes in which the singer repeatedly asks, “What’s going on?” Read the rest of this entry
My apologies, especially to Nina(!), for accidentally hitting the send button instead of the schedule button on this. TODAY, October 18, is the actual launch day of her book. My apologies to those of you who received this post early and with broken links. This is what I get for trying to be ahead of the game. The lesson learned is that I should never try to work ahead. Procrastination is much better. ;)
I’ve been a long-time follower of Nina at Sleeping Should be Easy because she’s brilliant, and she gives great advice. Even though I don’t always fall into the category of parent she’s targeting in her blog posts (like that of a toddler), I find myself reading anyway because she always makes terrific points.
At long last, she has put her wisdom into a book with the apropos title: Parenting with Purpose: How to Raise Well-Behaved Children and Build a Strong Parent-Child Relationship.
And guess what, folks? The book launches TODAY! (Do you hear the trumpet blasts?)
State Trumpeters during preparations for the royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. (BEN STANSALL/AFP/Getty Images)
I’d say the book launch is at least as important as the royal wedding.
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you hold up some empty envelopes from the mail and ask your husband, “Can I delete these?”
He just looked at me and said, “If by ‘delete’ you mean ‘throw out,’ then, yes, you can delete them.”
I cracked up at myself, but really, how sad is that?
What’s worse is it’s spreading to our children. Read the rest of this entry
“I don’t like my reflection because it always does what I do!”
The nerve of some mirrors!
“When I go to heaven, I can say words that I’m not allowed to say here, like Read the rest of this entry
You know how people have different ways of expressing that they didn’t hear something you said? There’s the classic, “What?” the “Pardon?” and the “Come again?”
Apparently in Texas they have their own expression for this situation.
I was in the Dallas airport, ordering food, and the woman taking my order said something I didn’t understand. This resulted in an overly lengthy, somewhat comedic exchange.
I said, “What?”
She said her thing again.
I still didn’t catch it. Whatever she said made no sense in my brain. And her bit of accent wasn’t helping either of us. I was forced to say, yet again, “What?” Read the rest of this entry