One More Mommy

Thoughts of a mom and her husband, son, daughter, pets, friends, job (or lack thereof), house, family, trying to be more ecologically aware...

Thursday, February 28, 2008


I am regularly amazed by how much easier it is to have a 1 year old and a 3 year old than it was to have an 18 month old. Perhaps that is because of the 18 month old I had, or the 1 year old I have, or the fact that I'm not pregnant. But while I look forward to Esposo coming home every day, I don't NEED him to come home because I'm about to lose my mind.

Today we went to McDonald's for lunch (hey, we had the apple dippers in his happy meal and split my meal's fries, no judging!) and Luke was sitting nicely at the table and eating when he came out with "I love you, Mom."

I mean, that was a good moment. It was a good lunch. It was a good day.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Procrastination is...

Watching the Yahoo! Video entitled "Kitten in a Boot" (and yes, that was an accurate description, the kitten was not shown getting into the boot, or trying to escape the boot, or doing anything other than BEING in the boot) when you have to pack and clean your house.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


I like the idea of having some traditions with my children that are specific to our family. Yes, we set up a Christmas tree and decorate it and make Christmas cookies. Sure, we celebrate birthdays. But maybe every spring we'll go on a walk to find the first flowers. Something that not everyone does.

We've started a bedtime ritual without intending to, and I am loving it. After dinner and before bed is now one of my favorite times of day as I get the kids ready for bed (with or without bath) and then we play upstairs. If Daddy is home it's rambunctious and silly. If I'm tired it's Luke and Courtney in one of their rooms together. And we all have a great time every night right before bed. And that's pretty awesome.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I Have Lost the Ability to Speak English

This can be the only explanation, because my child can no longer comprehend ONE GODDAMN THING I SAY. And he's admitting that he's not listening to me, too. Apparently you move directly from the tantrums of the terrible twos into the selective deafness of the traumatic threes. It doesn't seem to matter if I am speaking calmly or screaming like a deranged lunatic, he just doesn't listen for one second. And it's going to drive me over the brink and/or give me a heart attack.