He's a Genius

Its just after dinner time in my house. And that means it's homework time. GG is n 3rd grade and that means that she can do it all on her own, with a few exceptions. Like word problems, which are not my forte either!

Little Dude is another story. He knows what to do with the papers for practicing whatever letter they are learning. Every other paper I need to read the directions for him. I would like to point out that some of these directions are rather confusing. For me, not him! That's sad.

As he's practicing writing the letter "I" I am going through the rain forest that is in his folder.

RainforestBa-bye trees

I'm glad his teacher keeps those kids busy, but do they really need to bring home that many papers?!

So as I'm going through this rain forest I come across a particular paper. This paper has sentences on it. 4 to be exact. I think the kids needed to underline their new word in those sentences, which would have been "said". Out of curiosity, I asked Little Dude to read the sentences to me. He did every single one! And the words he wasn't sure of he sounded out. I didn't know whether to jump for joy or cry. I think I did a little of both!


Bad mom moment -I have learned that I do not need to keep every single paper Sadly that paper with the 4 sentences was thrown away. But I did keep this one that he also read to me.

My son the genius
I am one proud mama!!!


Until next time....

Monkeys and birthday girls

This past weekend was GG's birthday weekend 1 of 2. I am happy to report that everyone survived and we are all in one piece. This is especially important because this mama was flying solo over the weekend as the husband was on his annual hiatus to Chicago.

Some of you may remember my complaining over a pair of boots last week. I never did find the exact pair she had her heart set on, but I did find a reasonable substitute. She got them Thursday night and she's only taken them off to sleep (I think?). Since the husband was was leaving Friday morning, GG was privileged enough to get her goodies Thursday night. She also got a "new" laptop (the husband's old one) and a new jersey.

Birthday girl

Friday the kids and I had our own mini celebration. Complete with cupcake monstrosities!

Birthday girl and a huge cupcake
One huge cupcake

Saturday was her bowling party. Even if we did have the room, it's so much easier to have parties somewhere else. I don't have to clean anything and there is usually an employee assigned to help you out.

Birthday girl

Only 1 boy came, but he still had fun. All the girls like him, even though not one of them will admit to it. He also gave Little Dude someone to pal around with for 2 hours.

The girls? My goodness can they shriek! One would bowl and then shut her eyes tight. The others would watch to see how she did. If she bowled well? Let's just say I'm shocked that no glass was broken in the process!

The best part of GG's friend party, in my humble opinion, was her cake. Of course I have to save the best for last. Because I was up til midnight the night before putting the darn thing together!

Monkey cake

And now we will take a week to recoup before party weekend #2. Thank goodness the husband is home to help with this one!



Until next time....

Steelers, shoes, and birthdays

It feels like only yesterday that I was pounding out this post. It's hard to believe that's it's already been a year.

Today my baby girl is celebrating her 9th birthday.

Birthday girl

No, wait. It's tomorrow. Wait. Um... today? Dear god don't let her birthday be yesterday! It is the 12th, right? I hope so!

It's been one hell of a week! And since when does a birthday celebration last 2 weeks?


Wednesday I finally got around to shopping for my chicky. She found a really cute pair of black boots last weekend...

Payless boots

I couldn't very well buy her a present right there in front of her. Although looking back, maybe I should have. I went to my local Payless and they didn't have those boots in her size. The closet store that did have them was at least a half hour away. I didn't have time for that, so I tried the mall. I went to every shoe store, every department store. Nothing! But on the bright side, I did find her a new Steelers jersey at a really good price.


Since the husband is headed out to Chicago for the weekend, we did our little celebrating and gift giving last night. Tomorrow is her bowling party with her friends. Next weekend is her family party. And we have relatives coming in from out of state next weekend. That will make it extra special.

I hope this doesn't mean we have to celebrate for 3 weeks next year!


For now I think I'll just savor the moment. Yes, today is actually GG's birthday. Happy birthday, baby girl.

I'm sure after these 2 weeks I will have plenty of pictures to share!


Until next time....

Mommy Guilt

I had a completely different post for today in mind. One about how crazy the past few days have been preparing for GG's birthday. But I'll save that for tomorrow. The reason is because I came across this post by Kmama.


Her post brought up a lot of emotions for me. Guilt being the main one. For a long time I have questioned if Little Dude has allergies. Many of the signs and symptoms she mentions are too close to how Little Dude was. Unfortunately I didn't suspect anything until he was around 2 years of age.


Since he was born, he has been a master pooper. He was chugging 8oz bottles from a very early age. Early as in only a few weeks old. GG, one of the chunkiest babies I have ever seen, was the same way so I thought nothing of it. I was blessed with good eaters. But here's the thing, an hour after he chugged said bottle he would poop. You could almost time it to the minute and every stinkin time it was a huge, nasty mess. Myself and his daycare teachers chalked it up to him being a good eater.

Finally when he was 2 his daycare teacher suggested making a switch from whole milk to 2% and it made a world of difference! Over the years we have found other culprits. Things such as ice cream, icing, Cool Whip, or too much milk rarely result in an easy clean up. The one birthday of his when my uncle gave him all of his icing and ice cream, after Little Dude already consumed his own, was the worst thing I have ever seen. Little Dude was literally covered from head to toe in shit. I had to undress the poor kid in the bath tub!

I've definitely had suspicions that the poor kid was allergic to milk, or at least had some sort of intolerance to it. Looking back, is that why he pooped so much as a baby? Is that why he had trouble gaining weight? Should I have switched formulas and would it had made a difference?

Even though it wasn't on purpose, could I have done something differently to make his little life easier? Knowing that I could have makes the guilt level shoot through the roof!

We finally got him tested over the summer. The blood test was to look for any food allergies, but the focus was on milk products. The results were egg whites. A very, very slight allergy, but an allergy none the less. Ironically he had eggs for dinner the night before and we didn't notice any kind of adverse reaction. I have passed this information along to his school. God forbid something were to happen, at least they are aware of this.

But now I am stuck at a crossroads. The husband has a friend who, as an adult, had a very severe allergic reaction. Even though it's a slight allergy now, should I worry that something could happen at any given moment? Should I pursue my suspicions of other allergies and have him go through more tests?

No one wants to see their child go through some of these tests resulting in a life having to avoid certain foods, but living with the guilt of knowing you could have made a difference earlier is no fun either.



Until next time....

No matter how hard we try, sometimes we can't escape

Yesterday my friend Shell wrote a post about some things we wish we knew when we first had our babies. There were definitely things on there I wish people had told me, but her post also got me thinking.

When our babies are first born, we may struggle, but we son embrace the role of motherhood. When our babies reach a certain, and this age varies from parent to parent, we desperately seek to escape the role of motherhood.

Sometimes we think we succeed, but then smack! We're hit with a reminder!

I now present to you my own list.


No escape


No escape

No escape

No escape

No escape



What about you? What are your "You know you're a mom when" moments?


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