Category: The Boy

I Can’t Wait To Say I Told You So

Me: Hey Josh, guess what? I signed you up for sleepover camp! Him: He seemed really excited about. If by excited you really mean sad, angry, and shocked. But here’s the thing. I’m the MOM. And sometimes all of the goshdarn time MOM gets to make the rules and decisions….

DOGMA, Redux

So, I guess it’s not that funny that I look like a small child to other small children, then? Got it. Point taken. My skin is thick enough to smell a stinker and move on to something that includes more Martell children. Look! They are cute! And are looking surprisingly…

Until Further Notice (Don’t Worry, You Don’t Have To Cross The Picket Line)

When the world seems upside-down, I grab the control where I can. I can say yes more. Which is why I found my daughter with her “surprise we’re going to Yogurty’s!” face on. I like saying yes. This week it sure feels good to say yes. This week it feels…