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The Mother’s day

How was your Mother’s Day?

My sweet single friend sent me a nice note saying “I hope the girls are spoiling you.”

?

Well…

I got really cute gifts from school.

Both girls worked very hard on them.

And I will save them forever.

But?

Was I spoiled?

Oh no.-Mothers-Day-Card-for-Kids

I was awakened by four eyes peering at me.

“WAKE UP… HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!”

Sweet Jesus.

I think I pee’d in the bed.

“I’m bringing Mommy her tea”

“No I am”

“No me!”

MOM!!

And then the entire cup was knocked over…

by ax-dent…

So the giving of the tea became a non-issue.

And neither child was giving enough..

to actually help with the clean up.

“Mommy I git you a towa…

so you can clean it up.”

 

I ask the girls “what day is today?”

Initially I get sing song response:

“It’s your special mother’s day”

 

But then we began to fight

 

More.

and

More.

 

“Mom, she is looking at me.”

“Mom she not looking at me but she is tinking bout it”

“Mommy she hit me.”

“what day is it again girls?”

 

“Mommy… I don’t like da way she is breathing…it’s loud.”

“Tennyson… please stop breathing,

It is annoying Landon.”

 

“Mommy!”

“Mommy Tenny stuck her butt in my face”

 

“Mommy… I want some private time.”

Talk to the hand honey…

Because  if anyone gets private time, it will be me.

angry-kids

“Mommy Landon’s being mean to me.”

“She took my doll.”

“Dat not her doll…dat mine.”

 

So by 4:30 and my 10th reminder that it was my special day,

They can take no more.

 

“Girls… did you forget it is Mother’s day?”

 

Landon:  “UGH!  Mommy… dis is the longest day in da whole world.”

Tenny:  “Mommy how much longer we has to be nice to you?”

 

And both collapse in the stress of my annual holiday.

It is hard to be

6

And

4

And

Nice

Apparently.

 

So I was not spoiled…

But I was Mom

That was just our normal.

And I have come to love it.

 

 

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Fun in the Friendly Skies

I haven’t written in a while…

I know.

We have just been so busy and have had a lot of travel.  I have, in short, been wiped out.

We took a trip

(the whole fan-dam-ily)

to Hot-lanta.

Direct flight…

not so bad.

But once again,

our seats are not together.

I mean we are on the same flight…

but barely.

 

I don’t get this thing…

where they don’t put families together.

Then you get to negotiate with the other passengers,

4 and 6 year old in tow.

“Excuse Mr. Executive…

Do you want to exchange your nice aisle seat with my middle seat?”

HE?

Does not.

 

When we finally do get in our one row…

the girls are already asking “are we there yet?”

We are in 9A, B, and C…

do they think this is time travel?

Is It Okay to Drug Kids for Airplane Rides?  – Hell yes!

 

And the 4 year old is so annoyed at her captivity,

She lobs a swift and angry kick to 8B in front of her…

8B hurls forward,

leaving a burgundy kiss on the back of 7B.

FUN!

Of course we are S T A R V I N G.

The girls cannot wait until the lady walks by with the cart.

You would think Mickey Mouse was about to pop out.

 

There are so few options for food on planes now.

So we get a snack box.

Two.

Because WE ARE NOT SHARING.

What kind of sadist puts nutella and hummus in an airplane snack box.

Why don’t you just scream “squirt your sister”

because that is where this is going.

We put it on everything

crackers, fingers, Mom

Then?

painted the tray table.

OMG

 

And of course I happened to pick the same week for my trip as the NCAA tournament.

Hotels a scarcity.

I did manage to find one,

after a lengthy search,

and got a great deal

But, when I went to check in,

they informed me that because it was the NCAA tournament,

they would have to charge me 3 x the quoted rate.

SAY WHAT

An argument ensued.

I won.

And was pissed for the balance of the day.

 

I am aware that this NCAA thing…

is BIG DO’ins…

But really?

All those screaming drunks…

When I am trying to work

and corral children.

NOT GOOD

Me at the NCAA shindig,

was just such a waste.

Like sending Honey Boo Boo to the Opera.

Noodle on that one.

 

And because of this massive event,

the only rooms available had a single bed

ONE bed.

Assembling the girls in line formation,

to illustrate this conundrum.

Counting

1

2

3

For leverage…

and a second bed.

NADA

 

You have not lived until:

you get an elbow to groin

or

you have been peed on at 3 a.m.

FUN!

So that is our fun.

I’ll be better this week.

Have missed writing

and sleeping

 

 

 

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Thank you!

This is a repost… sort of … I posted something similar last year on Landon’s birthday.

 

Today is my daughter’s Birthday.

Tennyson is 4.

We did it,

we made it to 4.

Tennyson is:

Busy

Funny

Independent

Caring

Tough

 

As it is her birthday, I have much to do:

Find presents

(damnit)

Wrap presents

Pick the perfect pink frosting:

Pink blush

Baby pink

Fuschia tint

Pink swirl

Peachy pink

BLECCKK!

 

When I asked Tenny what she wanted for her birthday,

she said “Mommy’s chapstick”

Oh hell no..

not my Fresh Sugar Balm.

Get some today!

Get some today!

 

If you haven’t tried it…

Do.

Today.

It is great.

Plum is my favorite — just a hint of color.

Honey — more pigment.

White one is the perfect lip treatment.

But at 22.00 a pop…

she?

is getting blistex.

 

I am thankful I am done

Card

Cake

Gifts.

Yea!

 

But mostly today…

I remember and am thankful for my beautiful girl.

And?

I think about the woman who changed my life.

 

The woman who gave me my greatest gift.

She gave birth to my daughter.

I think of her often…

But especially today.

I wonder where she is…

and how she is doing.

I pray for her.

That she has comfort.

Peace

That somehow…

On the other side of the world…

She will know.

That our girl is okay.

Better than ok…

Perfect really.

That she is safe.

That she is loved truly and beyond any expectations she could have had.

And that she did the best she could.

I celebrate my daughter today.

 

And for a little while.

 

I pause…

 

I hold this woman in my heart…

 

And I say thank you.

Tenny-lou... I love you.

Tenny-lou… I love you.

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2013 in Adoption, Birth Mother, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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Whac-A-Mole

My mother,

The laundress,

you may recall

Visited recently.

 

Mothers can say things…

Only a mother can

Such as…

“well honey when you fix your hair, we can go”

“um… Mom… it is fixed”

“Oh… I see”

Read as…

“how do you expect to find a man when you look like shit”

 

 

Well…

During Mom’s visit,

We went shopping,

For bras.

We went a lot of places…

Macy’s

Soma

Bali

 

Mom?

Is large busted.

An issue I do not have.

 

After 2 ½ hours

And no water…

or nourishment…

I was being to hallucinate

Something about George Clooney and chocolate sauce…

I can’t say any more.

 

I had to address the situation.

“Mom, is there seriously not one bra in Bali,

(all 24,000 square feet),

that will make the girls happy?”

 

OMG …

I have miffed my mama.

old-lady

“Well Kelly…

You are so small,

you can really buy your bras anywhere.”

(she stopped short of saying at the Children’s Place…

But she was headed there).

 

“Mom…

You know I just got measured at Nordstrom’s

AND

Soma…

They measured me two ENTIRE sizes bigger than what I thought.

I am am now a 3_X size.”

(Feel the actual size is too much to share but…

lets just say when you go from the size of an M&M to a Milk Dud…

It is not a major developmental accomplishment.)

 

I am proud,

Proud of my growing boobalas.

 

But Mom…

Being my Mom.

Squashed my new found confidence, with a large mallet.

The great Whac-A-Mole.

 

Her face

Crinkled

In disbelief…

and search

Said.

“Well honey…

Where are THEY?”

 

As if… they were hiding.

 

Ego fully in check now,

 

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2013 in Parenthood, Parenting, Shopping

 

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The Ad

At Christmas time, more than others, I am stressed.

And a little more “screamy” than normal.

Any mom can relate.

Way too much sugar in the house.

Things I would never buy,

Nor make.

Create a more…

STRESSED Mommy.
 

So my quiet time…

And trust me it is a stretch to categorize it that way,

Is a trip to the potty.

I shut the door

Assume the position,

and count…

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

4 seconds..

Door!

Opening abruptly,

In walks #1.

She has just finished the cookies we made as a family.

 

I?

Am covered in flour and sugar,

SEXY!

 

She says:

“Mom…

You is da best mommy in da whole world”

 

I?

Am flattered

Pants at my ankles.

 

And then:

“Oh and Mom?

You’re still working on that getting us a Dad thing right?”

 

Seriously?

I am trying to PEE here.

 

I tell her

“yeah honey…

I put an ad in the paper.”

 

Now what would that ad look like?

WANTED

No

NEEDED

No

DAMNIT I AM DESPERATE HERE!

for a man,

to act as:

general handyman

Christmas light hanger

Christmas light taker downer

investigator of scary noises

disciplinarian (when I am too tired)

carrier of all cat poop, trash, and recyclables

toter of the groceries

mouse catcher

Chef

“pleasure” provider  (there has to be just one thing for Mommy only right?)

!!HURRY!!

 

And beside the ad, this photo…

a guide as to respondent caliber:

Apply here

Honey I’m home!

 

Hmm..

Oh yeah…

This is so happening!

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2012 in Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting, Poop, Potty

 

Toots & Scout

My favorite invention…

Next to red wine

And the hair pick.

pick

I love me a pick.

And I know …

I am the only person in my zip code

With one

but…

It is just the perfect tool…

for the perfect amount of hair bouffiness,

 

Is!

The Elf On the Shelf

Scout... our gay elf.

Scout… our gay elf.

It?

Is friggin’ genius.

 

And we?

Have 2.

One for each kiddo.

It really is fun to watch them,

hop out of bed…

and run to find where they are hiding

Unless of course,

I forgot…

Or had too much wine,

And just did not move them.

 

Anywho!

I caught Landon yesterday,

Perched beneath Toots, our 2nd elf…

Hands in prayer position.

 

“Toots…

I really needs some coins…

quarters…

I like da shiny ones

And some of da paper money…

Dat always spits out of dat machine at Mommy.

I has been extra spectacular this year.

Oh…

And Toots…

I also need

Diamonds.”

OMG …

she is not even 6.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2012 in Christmas, Misbehaving, Painting, Parenthood

 

The Cookie Jar

Do you know this song?

“who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?”

We do.

 

It is a fun little back and forth game with the family in the car.

 

Well…

Last Sunday…

On the drive to Home Depot…

Landon offered up this little song.

It was going to be fun.

 

So we have a go at it:

 

Me: “Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?”

Landon: “Mommy stole the cookies from the cookie jar?”

Me: “Who me?”

Landon: “Yes you”

Me: “Couldn’t be…”

Landon: “Then who?”

And so it went.

 

Tenny screaming in the background …

“TENNYSON… TENNYSON TURN”

 

Okay we’ll bite. So Landon says….

“Tennyson! Tennyson stole the cookies from the cookiejar.”

Remember we are 3 1/2.

So instead of the appropriate “who me?” response…

We received…

“NO…

I not…

I not take any of da cookies”

 

It is funny.

So funny I spit and spray the dash.

 

Landon is not happy…

“Tenny no it’s a game…

play it right…

dat is not what you a’post to say”

I explain as best I can how this song goes and we continue.

 

For Tenny, I say “who me”

Landon: “yes you”

“NO I NOT… I SAID I DIDN’T TAKE DA COOKIES…

MOMMY SHE BEES LYING”

WAAAAAAAAAA

 

Landon:

“M O M…. DAT IS NOT RIGHT…

Make her do it right…

She is ter’ble”

 

At this point,

I am laughing so hard,

I am considering stopping at the fire station…

for oxygen.

Slaping

 snorting

wheezing with laughter.

 

Tenny joins in…

Not sure why…

But the vibe takes her with me.

 

And Landon…

Is so exasperated

She says.

“I hates dis family”

Which makes me laugh even more.

I am afraid I may have an accident.

Oh …

some days…

it is just FUN…

to be a mom.

 
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Posted by on October 27, 2012 in Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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Toddler Musings

If you have kids…

little kids…

Your mornings may look a little like this:

 

5 year old:

“Mommy we had a sub-a-toot yesterday”

“Oh you did…”

“She is pretty and gots a baby in her tummy.”

 

The 3 year old:

“Mommy

“Eaten (ethan) trowed up today

It tinky

It gross

MOMMY!

I gonna trow up now”

 

And  more 3 year old wisdom:

“Honey did you get mud on your outfit.?”

“No I pee’d all over myself at nap

I be so soaking wet…

You has to wash ever-ting”

FUN!

 

And now the 5 year old:

“Mommy

I got a boyfriend”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Braxton”

“Does he know he is your boyfriend?”

“Yes”

“Is he anyone else’s boyfriend?”

“Yes…

Marlo…

And Bryn…

And Abigail.”

Braxton?

Is busy.

“Oh?  What kind of girls does Braxton like?”

“Quiet ones.”

(we are so screwed here people)

“Ones  that don’t bother him…

He likes his space Mom.”

I  like that boy

 

3 year old:

“Mommy.

Ms. Karen has to has an option (operation)

She going to da hos’p’tal,

Where dey has medicines and you has to wear white

All da time.

I don’t wants to go see her dere…

Cuz you has to get a poke in your bottom

I would be so crying all da time.”

 

5 year old drama:

“Mom!

I hate my clothes…

I don’t look so beautiful.

I don’t do flowers anymore….”

WHAT THE HELL?!

It is a virtual flower garden in her closet

 

3 year old:

“Honey …

no I sorry…

we can’t go outside right now…

it too code”

Peeking around the corner…

I see Tenny’s friends.

Four rolls of toilet paper,

in a line,

taking direction from my daughter.

If only

I?

had the same success with she and her sister.

 

All this?

and it is…

7:42 a.m.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2012 in Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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Crustable!

The mornings…

with 2 girls

2 schools

endless drama

Are nothing short of madness.

But.

BUTT!

 

I have found the solution

The Mommy savior.

It is?

the crustable.

 

It is…

genius.

The crustable…

may be the single best invention for motherhood…

since Scotch.

 

I find they are just a tad better when heated.

Just a bit more gooey

Well…

Tuesday morning I toasted them

for my girls.

Because?

I am a giver.

 

But!

I toasted a tad too much.

They?

Were like bricks.

 

I didn’t not realize the cooking faux pas

Until!

we were en route

To?

la escuela

 

I heard Tennyson crunching,

wondering if she had sneaked in some potato chips.

 

Then Landon’s yelp in pain,

from the impact to her teeth.

 

Omg

 

How hard is it to defrost 2 crustables?

 

I am beating myself up

Feeling like a really shitty mother.

And famished,

as I tear my own personal Luna bar in half…

for the girls to share

 

And then chuck the crustable brick out the window.

Thinking a hungry squirrel could probably drill down in to it.

Only to hit a poor bird and I think?

Render him unconscious.

 

Unbelievable!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on September 15, 2012 in Food, Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

Busy as shit

Yes…

I

KNOW

it has been…

a LONG time,

since I have written

 

Forgive me people…

but I have been?

busy as shit!

 

I could go in to all the gory details…

but will spare  you.

I will just say that I have had to cancel my hair color appointment 3 times.

My roots are now basically my hair color.

It.

Is?

Bad!

 

It is words like those above…

which make my mother drain of all color.

 

But they?

are true.

 

And I have been in my head a lot lately.

Just out of sorts.

 

So Friday…

I was reminding myself to send Andy the forecast file,

and to make sure to pay school…

remind myself to pack a swimsuit for splash day…

and bring a toy for Show and Share

and pick up my dry cleaning.

 

I hear:

“I know what you are doing”

“Hmm?”

 

“You are talking to yerself

Jis like dat.

Pss

Pss

Pss

baa

bumm

baa

Dat is talking to yerself Mommy

I know what dat is.”

“Do you Landon?

Do you now?”

“Well?

Do you know what myself and I are talking about?

Well…

We are saying that you two girls,

Are  going to put me in the looney bin”

 

“Mommy?

What is a looney bin?”

“That is where crazy people go.”

 

“Oh…

Yea.

I can see dat.”

 

And Tenny…

“Yeah.   Me too Mommy…

me too.”

What?!

 
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Posted by on August 26, 2012 in Beauty, Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

Polka Dots

 

You know those days

When you really have your mommy mojoe..

You have got it goin’ on.

You just know you look gorgeous?

No?

Me neither

and my daughter confirmed that.

 

As I bathed the girls,

on Tuesday,

I get complete cooperation from Tennyson

washing her hair…

putting up the water toys.

helping apply the baby lotion—

the last will take 45 minutes to clean up

 

Digressing

 

Landon is out.

feet on the bathmat.

I am ready to apply her lotion

 

“Is dat lotion for Mommy’s?”

 

“Well yes

It is Ginger Peach

From the Blue Sage spa In Breckenridge.”

 

She cares?

not a bit.

 

She stares…

pulls back.

 

“Will?

Will?

Will it make my skin look like yours?”

 

SAY what!

 

“Well ..

WHAT

IS

wrong with my skin?”

 

“NO!”

And she slips out of my hands

Uttering this stinging statement.

 

“I don’t want to has dat lotion.

It make my skin look like yours…

Yours…

is all…

like polka dots”

 

Oh no…

she di’int

I am flabbergasted.

 

“Landon?

These polka dots are…

they ARE!

freckles.”

“And?

I will have you know…

yes you little missy…

that your Grandpa says?

a girl without freckles…

is like a night without stars.

OH YES HE DID SAY THAT!”

 

Hmpf!

Pivot

Turn

Where is my cocktail?

 

 

Gorgeous!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 15, 2012 in Fashion, Misbehaving, Painting, Parenthood

 

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Babies?

There is great clarity,

I think.

When you are little

And your mind?

Is not clouded,

with the bullshit we learn over the years.

 

Landon and Tennyson are at the table coloring.

We talk about babies…

Which we do a lot.

My girls love babies.

Fake ones

real ones

Love themselves some babies.

 

Landon began to tell Tenny about how they are “emdopted”

“Tenny yes…

we was in another lady’s tummy…

And then Mommy she came and got us…

Because she loves us so much”

 

Tennyson’s thoughtful response:

 “why?”

 

That is her response to

EVERTHING.

 

If you say “orange”…

She will say “why?”

 

Landon’s response….

very matter of fact

 “I guess she jis didn’t like babies”

 

And then she grabbed the yellow marker

And added Barbie’s highlights.

And Tennyson?

Did not say why.

 

And that is all there is…

There isn’t any more.

 

Look at my insightful cuties.

Tennyson ready for work… with her backgammon board.

Landon — Chairman of the Board…
out the door to the earnings meeting.

 
 

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I Beg Your Pardon?

I heard the words…

The words…

You?

NEVER

Want to hear.

“Your flight?

Has been delayed”

 

No….

NO….

OH HELL NO!

 

I WAS HERE ON TIME

With two

Small

Highly intolerant

Little girls.

FIND ANOTHER ONE.

Another plane!!

Beg your pardon?

 

We got here early…

To allow for McDonalds…

And potty time.

 

I was patted down by a very large woman.

Because?

My gold bangles

One twenty eighth of an inch wide…

Tripped the screening device.

They?

Are highly suspect

And dangerous?

Should I want to pierce

The captain’s larynx.

 

So we have to wait…

another hour and a half.

Girls running up and down the hall

Hide and seek under the chairs.

Throwing Gummi bears at the window.

Pushing each other in the wheelchair…

WAIT…

WHAT?

Stop that.

 

How much longer can this take?

 

We are being re-routed…

They tell me.

From Harrisburg PA

Through Charlotte

Back to Denver.

Even to me?

The geographically challenged…

This is not logical.

 

The girls are restless.

Make that little monsters.

Grinding potato chips in to the carpet…

Tossing the crumbs in the air…

Like confetti.

 

Talking.

Talking.

Talking.

 

We are talking to everyone.

The flight attendant is there.

A lady.

 

Landon says.

 “Mommy… she bees da pilot”

I am too wiped out to correct her.

 

“our plane is almost here right?”

I ask.

Plead.

 

Her smile fades.

I turn gray.

And she mouths the words …

“Two hours to me”

 

I collapse to the floor.

Spinning my wheels on potential games

And diversionary tactics.

 

Landon introduces her family.

 “I Landon d’ Nicole.

I am 5.

Dat is my baby sister.

Tennyson…

She in time out,

Again…

And dat?

Is my Mommy

Visitors?

Call her Kelly.”

 

So there I sit …

2 more hours.

Frustrated

Tired

Annoyed.

2 girls…

And me…

The visitor.

Wishing?

I WAS a visitor,

on a remote island,

where children shall not set foot.

 
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Posted by on June 7, 2012 in Parenthood, Parenting, Toddler, Travel

 

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Da King

I?

Do not eat a lot of candy.

But?

My daughter had some milk duds.

So she shared one with me.

We?

Encourage sharing.

Except for germs

And my lip gloss.

 

It was so yummy. 

Brought me back to my childhood

And my husky jeans.

Mmmmm

Mmmmm

Crunch

 

Oh!

 

They have nuts in them now.

I had no idea.

 

And then?

There was pain.

OMG

Pain!

Because?

Twas not a nut

But my crown.

The one now in my hand.

 

Landon?

 Is beside herself.

“MOMMY!

Da toothfairy is gonna comes and gives a present.”

 

Yes a big fat dental bill.

 

“well honey”

I explain…

“this is actually a crown”

 

“why do you have a crown Mommy?

It doesn’t look like a crown to me Mommy.”

 

How do you explain poor dental hygiene to a 5 year old?

 

I cannot believe this.

One little caramelly indiscretion!

DAMNIT!

 

I cannot deal with all of this

And retire early.

 

I awaken to squeals…

“what did you gets from da toothfairy?”

 

Landon is devastated when she lifts my pillow to find?

No coins

Dollars

Or toy of any sort.

 

She asks 

“Mommy…What did you do with your King?”

 

….ah he has …like…left the building.

 

She stands there…

Staring at my mouth.

Looking for my “king”

And I had a wonderful chuckle the entire day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Levity

We went to see my sister and her family recently.

En route ….

we stayed at a hotel.

My girls?

loved the bed the most.


Do you blame them?

 

Their cousins…

have a trampoline.

a HUGE trampoline.

People?

it is fun….

really fun.

Like I am going to pee right here…

I am laughing so hard..

FUN!

 

I want one.

Something about jumping up and down…

with your hair blowing in the breeze…

and tiny boobies barely moving…

just takes away the stress.

 

You feel like a kid again…

Like you are light

and airy…

and like you really don’t have 6 hours of work ahead of you.

 

My older niece is 13.

My children think she hung the moon.

She?

is certain that she did.

 

My niece and I am bouncing together.

Trying to see who can bounce the other higher.

She won.

And then stated.

“Aunt Kelly….

you are not bouncing me as high as I am bouncing you…

Is that because…

you are a vegetarian?”

 

?

?

?

 

because everyone knows that a good rib-eye gives you more bounce-ability!

BOING!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on April 25, 2012 in Misbehaving, Painting, Parenthood, Teenagers

 

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The Royal Toilet

This?


Is the newest addition to our house.

It is an effort.

Plea.

Act of desperation.

To get Tennyson potty trained.

 

She is close.

And most of the time will hit the target.

But there are times,

When?

She does not.

Maybe she just cannot make the extra 6 steps to the potty…

Or ?

She?

 

Is mad at Mommy for not giving her more candy

And she makes a mistake.

And it?

Always happens when we are walking out the door…

And late.

So I bought this.

A sure fire remedy…

The commissioned salesperson told me…

At the store.

When you sit on it.

And pee.

It says

“YEAH!!”

or

“Yippee!”

or

plays a royal tune:

“DA DA DUM!”

 

This?

Has been a magnet to small children.

Tennyson now?

Drinks water so she will have to pee.

 

I am so happy

SO

Happy.

 

Landon has taken to using it too.

Which?

Looks ridiculous

as you will see.


Its 7:20 a.m. here in this picture.

But from the looks of her…

You would think I drug her out of a bar at last call.

 

So…

I cannot tell you how proud I am of myself for this purchase.

 

I drift off to dreamland

Knowing I have won this one.

And then?

 

“YEAH!”

What?

 

Followed by

“YEAH!”

“YIPPEE!

 

Hmmmm

I investigate.

The cats are in the bathroom on the floor

Playing with a toy mouse.

together in a joint cat rolling ball.

And the vibration of one 8 pound cat …

And one HOSS cat of 18 pounds…

flopping around on the floor

Has caused the royal toilet to?

Flip freakin’ out.

“Yeah!”

“DA DA DUM”

“DA DA DUM”

“DA DA DUM”

“DA DA DUM”

“DA DA DUM”

 

Its in a damn loop!

OMG!

I can’t take it.

The royal toilet is now upside down.

And the batteries are somewhere,

on the next block over.

Because?

I chucked em.

And I?

Have once again lost the battle with a toddler.

 
 

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Going to JuJu’s

Late afternoon on a Saturday.

I have declined the repeated pleas for?

More TV…

And a bunny rabbit.

 

I am wiping down the bathroom sink.

 

I feel the eyes of condemnation upon me.

They are my Landon.

5 and full of herself.

 

But now…

She is clad in all her dress up

I mean just about the entire trunk of dress up.

Blue dress

Matching elbow length gloves

Silver glitter pumps

5 bracelets on the right

3 on the left

Her pocketbook

Full of marbles

And princess dominoes

…because you just never know what you will need

White chunky pearl necklace

Think Barbara Bush

As a toddler.

 

“Mommy…

I leaving”

 

“You are”

 

“Yes!

I leaving…

I’m done wit dis”

 

“Okay…

And where might you be going?”

 

“I am going to Grandma JuJu’s…

She says she has a house in abalama…

And they has nice beaches dere”

 

“and Mommy?”

 

“Yes”

 

“JuJu loves me…

And she will gives me what I want.”

 

“Oh really?”

 

And not to be outdone.

CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP

 

Tennyson arriving…

Wearing my size 8 ½ Steve Madden wooden clogs….

And a snow white costume.

 

It sounds?

like a Great Dane….

Is Riverdancing in my house.

 

“and where are you going little Miss?”

 

“wit Landon”

 

Pivot…

Turn…

March…

They go.

 

I am waiting…

Will they actually attempt to open the door?

 

Sneaking a peek.

 

ACCKKK…

Here they come…

Back to wiping the counter.

 

“We needs a get a snack…

For our long walk”

 

Down they sit…

Happy with their yogurt and sprinkles…

Forgetting all about their trip to Grandma JuJu’s

And leaving me to finish the bathroom.

And the yogurt mess they are now making.

They giggle…

and enjoy being little.

And I?

Enjoy watching it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 14, 2012 in Dress Up, Parenthood, Parenting, Princess

 

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No!

I remember watching women…

With their children.

In the mall.

At the market.

Getting a coffee.

Hearing

“No”

“No”

“No.”

 

I wondered.

Pondered.

Is that all they can say?

Why aren’t they enjoying motherhood?

Aren’t they happy?

 

I?

Would do this so much better.

You see.

 

Well?

Today…

Went like this?

 

 

“Mommy…

Can I have ice cream for breakfast?”

 

 “No”

 

“Mommy…

Can I paint my dolls face with you spensive lip gloss?”

 

“No”

 

“Mommy?

Will you get me a pony?”

 

“No”

 

“Mommy…

Can you find me a hands sum prince?”

 

“No”

Mommy gets a handsome prince first…

Lets be clear about that.

 

“Mommy…

Can you walks away from me…

Your mouth is tinky.”

 

“No”

What the hell?

 

“Mommy?

Can I have a sleepover at Roman’s?’

 

“NO!”

 

“Mommy?”

 

“No!

Whatever it is that you want…

Need?

Or are thinking about?

 

“NO”

“NO”

“NO”

 

“I jis wans a gives you a kiss Mommy”

 

I AM HORRIBLE!

 

So to all you Moms I judged…

I AM SO DAMN SORRY…

SAVE ME!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2012 in Bedtime, Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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Too Much

There are days…

Weeks really.

That just suck.

Days?

Weeks?

When being a Mom…

Being me…

Is not fun.

Not even a little bit.

Girl?? You is screwed!

 

We all know the blue screen…

On our computer.

It is not a good sign.

Like a pause when you ask your man:

“do these jeans make me look fat?”

 

 

 

The blue screen means your computer is?

Almost dead.

And mine did…

Die.

All of a sudden, I went to:

Start

All Programs

And?

The word “Empty” displayed.

It might as well have said

“You?

Are F’ed missy.”

And Support?

Was soooooooo helpful…

When I reviewed the situation by saying…

“Oh! That is not good.”

Seriously?

 

And then I am Mom’ing my…

Nearly potty trained 3 year old.

She has it down…

I swear she does.

But twice today

2 TIMES

Twice?

She pee’d in her big girl panties.

And while scooching them off of her wet behind…

With the accompanying plastic pants…

I was sprayed with pee pee

In the face.

MY FACE!

My Bobbi Brown face!

WTF

 

Icing the cake that is my life.

This same 3 year old?

Used the tie to my cashmere hoodie…

The Cashmere tie…

To floss the cat’s butt

 

So?

I screamed my bloody head off.

And then?

I had a moment on the floor.

Head in my hands.

When I could take no more.

JUST NO MORE

 

I hear a tip toe…

The slide of bare feet…

On hardwood floor.

And she says…

My Tenny…

“Mommy I loves you in da morning”

And that?

Seemed to make it a little better

Perhaps a silver lining…

Well not really silver…

Maybe ash.

My computer?

Got restored.

Kind of ….

I am just missing all file folders from A to Ro.

Rp to Z?

we are GOLDEN

Oh well…

Tomorrow

Is another day

Full of intrigue and surprises.

I am?

a’scared.

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2012 in Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting, Poop, Potty

 

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What the What??

Landon?

Has a friend

A boy….

Friend.

Joseph.

He is cute.

And?

Knows it.

His mom and dad…

very nice.

So when I was asked for a playdate…

Sure!

 

And then?

The father said:

“Joseph just loves Landon”

 

Why wouldn’t he?

“Yes”… Dad says.

“when we were on vacation,

he asked to use my phone

so he could check on his girlfriend Landon.”

 

HOW CUTE IS THAT??

 

He continues…

“Joseph told me…

when he grows up,

and moves out of the house,

he is going to move in with Landon…

and God is going to cut open her tummy

and put his baby in it.”

What the hell do you people watch on TV?

WTF

 
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Posted by on January 22, 2012 in Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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The Art of The TP

As a household of 3 girls…

We?

Use a lot of toilet paper.

A LOT!

 

Because you know…

It?

can be used for a multitude of things:

stool when appropriately placed beneath both feet

facilitates the reach of things to which you have no bid’ness gettng in to

ball of sorts to hurl at your tinker toy creation

material for a mock straightjacket

for our younger and more naive sister

pillow for the kitty

who will then leave because you have interrupted her esteemed repose

a diaper

for your baby doll

And of course…

to wipe your bottom

Which you rarely do as a 3 and 5 year old

And you NEVER flush the damn potty.

 

But?

I discovered last week…

Post return from a massive Target shopping extravaganza.

It is a also a decorating tool.

Oh yes.

Nate Berkus inspired.

You know he is always saying to use your vertical space.

“go up” he says…

especially in small spaces.

 

Well?

Landon helped me unload the groceries?

And she?

put away the toilet paper.

Like this!

26 rolls of TP stacked floor to ceiling.

26

About 4 1/2 feet high.

She was so proud.

Do you think this is what Nate had in mind?

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2012 in Misbehaving, Painting, Parenthood, Potty

 

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Peace and Thank You

Today is my daughter’s birthday.

She did not get a pony!

(I am not stupid)

 

As such, I have much to do:

Find presents

(damnit)

Wrap presents

Pick the perfect pink frosting:

Pink blush

Baby pink

Fuschia tint

Pink swirl

Peachy pink

BLECCKK!

 

I am thankful that I purchased the bike…

already put together.

As if I would attempt that myself…

Given the trouble I have just changing batteries.

 

But mostly today…

I remember and am thankful for my beautiful girl.

And?

I think about the woman who changed my life.

The woman who gave me my greatest gift.

She gave birth to my daughter.

 

I think of her often…

But especially today.

I wonder where she is…

and how she is doing.

 

I pray for her.

That she has comfort.

Peace

That somehow…

On the other side of the world…

She will know.

That our girl is okay.

Better than ok…

Perfect really.

That she is safe.

That she is loved truly and beyond any expectations she could have had.

And that she did the best she could.

 

I celebrate my daughter today.

And for a little while.

I pause…

I hold this woman in my heart…

And I say thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2012 in Adoption, Birth Mother, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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Incentivize me!

#2 is potty training.

OMG

I forgot the fun.

I will ask her flat out like forty times

And as soon as you start to potty train…

they like go more.

What up w/ dat?

 

“Tenny do you have to pee”

“Tenny?”

“Pee?”

“You need to go to the potty Tenny?”

And finally she will sit on the potty.

Not quietly.

Oh hell no.

Fiddling w/her socks.

Spinning the toilet paper in a heap on the floor.

Eating the cracker she had hidden in her hand.

Tap tap tap of the foot.

I sit across from her

All supportive

 “You can do it

I know you can

You are such a big girl”

Etc.

 

Nothing.

Nada

Zip

Zilch

“okay we’ll try again in a few minutes”

And then

 90 seconds later?

 “Mommy?

I wet.”

 WHAT?

How is that possible?

It is like she is screwing w/ me.

Then those those thick panties you have to buy.

What fun are they!

When she poops in them.

Have Mercy!

A big poop blob.

And you?

As the loving mother?

Have to scrape it off in the toilet…

Wash them out in the sink…

And sanitize them in a 2 hour wash.

 G L A M O R O U S

Of course there are the “accoutrements

  • Waterproof mattress pad
  • Princesses Wash Their Hands book
  • Toddler potty
  • I can go Potty DVD

I am implementing something I call the?

Toddler Incentive Plan

It involves?

BRIBERY

I use these little candies.

And right now?

They are 90% off at Target.

All Christmas candy…

accessories…

and cat toys.

(just saying)

On the way to school,

I tape it to the dash…

Where she can see it.

And I promise the nougaty candy when the teacher says she pee’d in the potty.

So maybe it will work.

Because yesterday?

I picked up a bag full of three pair of soaked panties

Associated plastic pants

Pants/Tights

And socks.

How the pee gets to the socks I don’t know

But it do.

And so I rode home…

w/ the Christmas nougat taped to the dash…

and one screaming toddler…

mad as hell,

that Mommy

“be so mean”

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2012 in Parenthood, Parenting, Potty

 

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Caught in The Act

There is an incident.

I hear the screams.

The screech.

Thump

Bump

?

 

I scurry to find Tennyson

Trapped

She is trapped in the hamper

My clothes hamper

She has put it over her head

It is down to her ankles

And she can’t get out.

 

I am baffled as to how this can happen…

And should not be.

 

But this does not compare…

To THE Incident at school.

 

Wednesday…

A snow day…

So…

I am a bit late.

 

I arrive…

The teacher is walking towards me…

Not a good sign.

I am used to it with Tenny.

Normally she hit someone.

Or they bit her…

Her karma I guess.

 

This time is it Landon.

 

“um…

There was an

Incident.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“well….

Yes…

Landon…

and a boy….

they…

um…

they were kissing…

Passionately.”

 

Beg pardon?

 

“what do you mean?

Passionately?”

 

Reminding myself…

And the congregation…

She is not yet 5.

 

“well…

They were kissing…

On the lips…

With their eyes closed.

For a long time.

30 seconds…

Maybe even 45.”

 

30 seconds of kissing?

This is the cause of the stern discussion.

Thank God!

 I had visions of behind the bleachers activity…

And felt a roll of nausea coming on.

 

“Oh

well…

I will address this at home.

Rest assured.”

 

I should have seen this coming you know.

I did catch her kissing our pilgrim…

Xavier.

He was 40% off at the Hobby Lobby.

He is 27 inches tall…

And our stand-in for all prince required functions:

Escort

Dance companion

Savior from the hungry dragon.

 

And I scurry Tennyson…

And her hoochie mama sister…

to the car.

 

Buckled and en route.

 

“Landon…

Is there anything you would like to share with me?”

 

“um…

You?

Um…

Look beautiful.”

 

Such a politician…

 

“something other than the obvious honey.”

I am a smart ass.

“Ms. Kristy said you were kissing a boy at school”

 

“Oh yea…

Dat…

We was kissing.

On da lips.

It was Finn.

He loves me.”

 

Where DOES she get this confidence?

 

“well that is not appropriate honey.

You do not kiss boys at school”

 

“Mommy!

All da princesses…

In all da movies…

Dey kiss dey husbands…

Dey do…

On da lips…

For a really long time”

 

Thank you Disney!

 

“Well?

You will not be doing that again.

Am I clear?

We do not live in a castle.

We live in a bungalow.

And our name is Not!

Kennedy.

That is only in the movies…

and you are a little girl.”

 

Pouting…

Fake crying…

A series of Sighs…

And gasping for air.

 

“Mommy!”

 

“how can I help you Landon?”

 

“I wants a get married”

 

“oh?”

 

“Yes…

I needs a get married

BECAUSE

I want to ride a horse…

And go to da ball…

And have a handsome Prince.”

 

And I chuckle to myself….

Thinking…

Don’t we all honey!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2011 in Misbehaving, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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Jezebel

It was Jimmy’s birthday

At school

And Jimmy’s mom…

Well?

She gave the kid’s a goodie bag.

Not really a goodie bag…

But a goodie thing.

And do you know what that WOMAN?

That Jezebel?

Gave them?

A Paint set!

WTF

 

I mean Jimmy is 5 now.

She has had 5 years to figure out…

you don’t give that shit to kids.

 

These paints?

Not watercolor

Not washable

Paints

Tempera paints

Made in China.

Even the instructions are in Chinese.

 

She gave 24 kids paints.

Which means?

48 parents who would like to have her killed.

 

My goodie bags…

Are delightful.

Kid friendly…

Parent friendly.

Washable crayons

Bubbles

Perhaps a glo stick

A small ball…

Too big to ingest.

 

Landon cannot wait

“Mommy can I paint?”

“Mommy can I paint?”

“Mommy can I paint?”

“Mommy can I paint?”

It is an annoying mantra.

 

“Not now” I say.

“It will be more fun tomorrow”

She is clear once again…

I am completely full of crap.

 

But I couldn’t handle the paint

And 24 hours is AGONIZING when you are 4.

It is as if they are screaming at you…

PAINT ME WITH

NOW!

OR ALL THE MONSTERS ON THE PLANET WILL EAT YOU!!

 

I was asked 14 times on the way to school…

11 on the way home

(took a shortcut home)

 

So…

We paint

And if the 4 year gets to paint?

Well the 2 year old must too.

 

And the colors are not even anything that might match our house –

Taupe

Brown

Black

Leopard print

Nothing pottery barn’esque

 

No they are vibrant

Cobalt blue

Sunny yellow

Radish Red

The color of blood…

Jimmy’s Mommy’s blood.

 

Which? Is now on

My table

My chair

 

And worst of all…

My lulu lemon athletic top

Athletic Deep V

The one with the boob enhancers

 

OMG OMG OMG

 

I am not sure I can go on…

 

But and So…

I have one happy 4 year old…

And me?

Pissed

Scrubbing with a variety of cleaning product combinations

Expecting they could ignite at any moment

 

And while I clean.

I ponder…

I plot…

Plan.

 

We have 55 days til our 5th birthday.

But I know what I am going to give out at Landon’s party…

Stampers with cute notepads

The non-stain kind

EXCEPT for Jimmy.

Oh no…

He is getting?

Finger Paints.

A full set.

Neon shades.

How’s that for a goodie bag?

Beech!

Are we clear Beech? No more paints.

 
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Posted by on November 20, 2011 in Painting, Parenthood, Parenting

 

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