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Monthly Archives: May 2012
Bumping Through Life, Dysfunctional Pinball Style
I have this big problem that I’ve discussed before. Unfortunately, it hasn’t yet been remedied. A large portion of this weekend was spent hearing those closest to me beg me to please, please, please, for the Love of God, stop talking. And not just in the sense that I was talking too much, but that […]
Xavi says You’re Welcome. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Grammy.
Here’s the thing about life: sometimes it hands you free trips to Nantucket to celebrate your mother’s birthday…and sometimes it hands you buckets of vomit from your 2-year-old. What stinks is when those two things happen on the same day. We drove from Brooklyn to Cape Cod Thursday night, skipping Carlitos’ karate class, surviving downpours, […]
Posted in Real: my personal trials, tribulations and tales
Tagged Birthday, grammy, ice cream pizza, mom, Nantucket, roasted chicken, Vomit
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The Urge
This is hard for me to talk about. Especially on a day that was supposed to be filled with rainy thunderstorms and is instead filled with sunshine and pleasant, well-behaved, loving children. But I want to come completely clean. I have had a strong desire to hit my kids. On more than one occasion. Many […]
Turn Dinner into Breakfast? Done. Magician Status!
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted under the ‘Mommy: Just showing some baby love’ section of this blog. I pretty much suck at scrap books and remembering to videotape, so recording memories from my kids’ childhood is really one of the main reasons I have this blog in the first place. Well…just below that time […]
Posted in Mommy: just showing some baby love
Tagged cactus, cute kids, Mexican breakfast, tacos, Tupperware, what to do with leftovers
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Mexican Feast…Estilo Rapido!
My husband is a lucky guy. I mean, there is the obvious, of course: The JACKPOT of a wifey he found himself and those angelic angel-y angels of children she cooked up for him and all that jazz. But he is also rich in the friend department. He has this core group of best friends […]
Crazytown ~ Population: 2 (my kids)
Example A: The scene: Xavi is waving my house keys around (probably contemplating whether they belong in my rain boots or the Diaper Champ today). He is offering up a nice combo of conversation and babbling. He then looks upward out of the blue. Xavi: No baby! No baby! Me: No baby? Where’s the baby? […]
Posted in Real: my personal trials, tribulations and tales
Tagged baby zombies, crazy kids, crazytown, ravioli, shrooms, WTF
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Winning
The other day I had a craving. I crave things often. It’s basically how I meal plan: I have to have steak tonight. I need chocolate…NOW. I am craving scallops SO BAD. I’m jonesing for a salad. Just a giant, crunchy salad, you know? (I almost never say that one, actually.) My body wants bacon. […]
Thanks, Us Weekly!
There was a brief but glooooorious year or so that I had a free subscription to Us Weekly. I won’t say why or how so that I don’t get anyone into trouble. (more for somehow being associated with me than for giving me a free subscription to Us Weekly) But let’s just say someone went […]
Male Bonding, Without Beer
I love my kids. I try to show it daily through actions like cooking for them, coming up with arts and crafts projects to do with them, reorganizing their bedroom, hugging and kissing them constantly. Those are my love languages: Doing for, Affection, Care taking And it works – I know my kids know that […]
Posted in Real: my personal trials, tribulations and tales
Tagged bonding, daddy, fathers, love, love languages, sons
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