The Mother of Geese

Brad is so good about taking the kids to home depot so they can get their inner builder on. This month he brought Hazen along for the fun

Remember how the year 2011 has been slightly on the plaguey side on the spectrum? (vermin and smoke?) Today Amelia came home from school more "disheveled" usual. That is saying mucho because she does tend to err towards the street rat side of hairdos rather then the "My mommy just did a post on a hair blog spending 73 minutes on the updo" hairdo. Conversations over corn quesadillas went like this: Me: Amelia, what in the world happened to your hair today? Amelia: Oh, chomp chomp, Ms. Howell did it, chomp chomp. Me: why did Ms. Howell do your hair? Amelia: She did everyone's hair. chomp. chomp. And so did the doctor. (now, to be fair they have been having a bit of a hygiene kick this week. Yesterday they learned how to really wash their hands.) Me: Did Ms. Howell or the doctor say anything to you. Amelia: I don't know. chomp chomp. Me: Did Ms. Howell send a note home with you? Amelia: Nope. chomp. I don't know. chomp chomp. Me: (slowly backing up to make ...

Hardcore. Charlie Sheen style. Winning!

After last year's science party I decided I could make like many other parents and go to every other year when it comes to the birthday parties. Abbie seemed on board with that, but when the date came closer I changed my mind and decided I didn't want to ruin the "magic" of her childhood so I threw her a surprise birthday. She was equal parts thrilled equal parts annoyed that I lied to her.

You with your heavy on the strings commercials, sparkly packages, and reactions of children hearing the amazing news they are going to Disneyland.... You will not make me feel guilty like a bad parent who doesn't love her children. Because we finally booked it. So there.