The Third Child
One year ago today, I looked like this: I don’t remember much of the day. But from what I’ve been told, someone sliced a hole in my abdomen and this came out: I don’t remember how much he weighed or what time he was born. Some people say, “Oh – that’s because he’s your third, no one remembers that details after the first.” I usually scoff at that because I have several friends who remember the details of all of their children.... Read More
My Beer-Drinking Makes Her Proud. Mission Accomplished.
You had to know that eventually I’d jump on Linda’s question bandwagon, right? And I did – but I recorded it in an effort to (a) be lazy and (b) document my daughter’s insanity. What resulted was such a funny video I decided I’d transcribe it for those of you unable to see vimeo. But then I remembered reason (a) I’m lazy. And I don’t have the energy. So you will have to just trust me: It’s hilarious! She air-punches someone in the... Read More
Kids these days…and their roller skates.
Sometimes, right about when I delude myself into thinking I’m a cool Mom, I do something really stupid. Like when I was talking to one of LilZ’s friends’ Mom the other day. She mentioned one of the boys from the group wanting to go skating that evening. It was just something she said in passing and I didn’t recall it until later when I was talking to LilZ. “Well, Mrs. SoInSo said that ThatKid was going to be at the skating rink tonight.” The... Read More
My Dog Ate My Blog Entry
Why haven’t I written? Excuse #1 LilZ gave me a mix CD for Mother’s Day. I thought that putting a set list up of that CD along with the hysterical thing that was his final recorded track of his own voice would be a GREAT entry. Only I’d needed him to give me the playlist because – while I love the CD – I’ve never heard of any of the songs and/or musicians before. So, I was waiting for him to give me the playlist before I could write that entry.... Read More
Mother’s Day.
I read something recently where someone was talking about single mothers and how no one is there to help their kids with Mother’s Day. I remember that vividly from my single Mom years – the Mother’s Days. About how no one was there to wake up with LilZ to let me sleep, or help him buy/make me a present. How he didn’t even really know it was Mother’s Day when he shook me awake demanding breakfast. I remember on Mother’s Day just laughing out... Read More
