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A Conversation in My Car

Son: Mommy, if Santa leaves coal for bad kids, what does the Easter bunny leave?

Mother:  Rabbit poop.

And after the giggling subsides:

Son:  Is that the worst he can do?

Mother:  Well it’s not so bad unless you think it’s chocolate. (Okay, I know but if you can’t beat ‘em...)

Son: Mom, now that’s just rude.

Yikes, I just got told by my four year old.

Top Ways in Which We Know there are Children in the House

This week I’m brainstorming for an article I’d like to write - the Top Ten Ways in Which One Can Deduce a Person has Kids.  I’d love for you to submit your ideas on this - here’s a few of mine.  I’ll be the first to admit that the following all occur on a regular [...]

Blueberry Picking with a Four Year Old

‘Tis the season for canning, pickling and - jamming.  Last year my excuse was “I’m pregnant” - and I’ll be damned if I’m using that excuse this year, so I had to suck it up.  Canning and preserving is simply saving my family money with the added bonus of picking fruits and vegetables from organic [...]

White Shorts + Boy = One Bad Idea

First of all, I am a blogger in the truest sense of the word….I have a mound the size of six large loads of laundry sitting beside me (seriosly, it’s taller than I am), I’m wearing a child and prompting the other he has 15 minutes left of quiet time.  Did I mention the 10 [...]

Random Bits

Of all the products available to pick up and look at randomly in a pharmacy, why is it that my four year old will pick up personal lubricant and ask “What is this used for mommy?” I mean really.  Isn’t the sleep deprivation enough without having to ask me to think on my feet, too?