No one believed me when I told them the baby was going to be as large as having twins my first pregnancy. This is the silly story of how our youngest came into the world.
Back then you didn’t go and buy boobies like today. You either had them or you didn’t. You either had them because you were on the heavier side and since boobies are, well, fat or you sold your soul to the devil because your a size 2 jeans with a size D cup. These were some mean skinny girls with some giant knockers.
Saturdays I often spend looking at our family pictures and sorting them on the computer. So many of them make me cry-laugh. I will post a picture or two on Saturdays and let you come up with a caption. On Monday I will choose my favorite and put that person’s site as a trackback on my Monday post.
It is occurring to Peter that while being the youngest in the house that he may also be the smartest. This is a very frustrating situation for a seven year old to be in. Could you imagine figuring out that not only are you smarter that your twelve year-old twin brothers you are also smarter […]
Some mothers don’t have to do a daily morning safety check throughout their home. Some moms have daughters or kids that look like Harry Potter and sit and read books all day. I have three boys that I will have to eventually write a book about or someone will write a book about me once one of their experiments goes awry and I am blown to bits. My mornings consists of mad chaos while I cook and pack lunches and play drill sergeant.
I am not a big fan of bowling. Growing up in Michigan there wasn’t much to do for the nine long months that winter lasted. Most of my bowling memories involve being dropped off in a smokey bowling alley playroom (kid jail) while the adults drank played on their league.
There are reasons I am not a PTO mom, or a scissor mom, (the ones that come to school to cut things out). The reasons are because my kids think its funny to make a pasta skeleton and put macaroni testicals and rotinini pee-pee and spaghetti BONE? I asked what the spaghetti was and he said, “That’s the bone in the pee-pee”.
Don’t mess with the Mama or the son who inherited the Mama’s sense of humor. Crap, they did give me the right baby at the hospital.
The idea is that the Super Heros were getting lazy and they needed training camp. The kids all came dresed up as a “Super”. We rented the obstacle course from a picture on the internet the size of my thumbnail.
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Renaissance festivals are bawdy by nature and the costumes are made for every size and shape. It is a very “one size fits all” costume assortment. This woman was dressed like a peasant in a long brown dress with a large elastic boat neck and elastic waist. This woman was on the larger end, (I have to say it now so you understand later) she was the largest end of the peasant dress. While this boy and I were bee lining it to the porta-potties we were also walking directly towards the bottom of the wagon stoop steps as the peasant lady decides to venture off the wagon and takes one step down and the back of her dress catches.
I may be on the “No Chaperone” list after this field trip.
This is a story about how happy I was to not be the person, for once, that the horribly embarrassing moment happened to and whether or not I was the person who stepped up to help the poor thing. Nothing ends well with a mother chaperoning her sons school field trip to a renaissance festival.
They got them from UPS. The box said UPS. No one should have to eat a grilled cheese that UPS made! I mean, I like UPS. UPS brings most of my favorite stuff to our house but they should NOT be making grilled cheese! Can we pack my lunch tonight?”
There is a reason I have a sense of humor about my life with our three boys. If I survived the ridiculous childhood I had, they will be fine. I am going to share with you one of my own childhood stories. Sit down and I will try and paint a mental image and while […]
I am certain the person who wrote Beavis and Butthead was a mother of little boys.