Category: The Boy

Really, They Should Call Them Kid Peeves and Not Pet Peeves.

Overall, I consider myself pretty anti-sticky. Sticky and I do not mix. Lollipops. Maple syrup. Ice cream. Glue sticks. Cotton candy. Caramel. Timbits. Honey. Laffy Taffys. Gum. Juice. *Shudders* The problem with this, of course, is that I am the mother of three young children, two of which tend to…

$20 Poorer.

Joshua, age 4: “I don’t want to ride my bike.” Joshua, age 5: “I can’t ride my bike.” Joshua, age 6: “I don’t want to ride my bike.” Joshua, age 7: “I will never ride my bike.” Joshua, age 8: “I give up.” Me, age 33: “I will give you…

Passions. Literally.

My son ran in the door just now with an energy I have never seen from him in his 8 years on this earth. “Guess what, Mommy! I got an infield home run!” My heart was LITERALLY bursting out of my chest.     Yes, I realize that my heart…