Parenting

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My Shirt Looks Good on You

All the kids who didn’t make the 2011 baseball team up at Ballard have been notified and my son is not one of them. This means I get another year of concession stand duty, recycling removal and sitting the spring and early summer in the stands with the same women I’ve been sitting with since our boys played together, against each other and for each other’s fathers starting when Kennan was five. Next year, I can go to as many games as I want and work as much concession stand duty as I want, but next year, my son will…



Ohio Valley Crud brings guilt and other, well, crap

I feel like I’ve emerged from a fog. A fog I shall call The Ohio Valley Crud. The Crud descended upon my little girl, Annie, 5, about, oh, two weeks ago. You know the symptoms: stuffy head, runny nose, droopy eyes, talking like you’re in a tunnel. Then, it descended upon me. It was rather annoying, as illnesses go, because it doesn’t completely knock you off your feet, rather, it lingers, teasing you. You MIGHT sink to the couch and your only sustenance is Orange Juice (Tang for me, please) and chicken soup for the next two days. But it…


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Mom Needs a Nap, Why Don’t My Twins?

Luke and Max are 18 months old now.  It’s about that time when the morning nap becomes a pleasant memory.  But i’m not ready and it seems they aren’t either.  I’ve tried it.  They are so grumpy from the hours of 10 a.m. to noon because they’re tired.  So I scrap the plan to scrap the nap and decide to keep it going.  Then decide not to nap. As I type this the boys are in their cribs for their afternoon nap.  They’ve been up there for more than an hour and neither has slept yet.  Not a wink.  First…


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I’ve declared a war on Little Pony, Barbie, anything else little & pink

I really wasn’t planning on writing today. I have a whole house to clean up after yesterday’s unexpected snow day. But I feel the need to vent after working in just one room of the house: my daughter’s. I would give my life for my little 5-year-old princess. She can just make my heart explode every time she pops a little kiss on my cheek. But. I’ve declared a war. On her toys. Those little, pink, sharp, pink, cute little toys. After sorting all those little ponies and barbies into their appropriate boxes, I just happened to peek under her…


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Just a little Snow Day story about a mean mom

January 26, 2011 I’ll admit it. I’m a nerd. I love keeping up with the weather. But after the last few weeks of “Oh my gosh, we’re all going to die with THIS storm!” and “No, seriously, THIS ONE is the going to be the big one,” I was tired of being teased. Wouldn’t you know, the first time this winter a “non-event” ended up shutting down schools, sliding cars and creating some very happy school children. Mine included. Last night, I had that inkling that we might be in for some accumulation. By the time I went to bed,…


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Rand Paul vs. Women

Gotta give it up for Rand Paul — especially if you hate women who have abortions. In an AP story, Paul called Roe v Wade “one of the most horrific judicial travesties in the history of our nation.” Paul’s on board supporting a “Life at Conception Act” making the rounds in Washington. All these new members of Congress seem to be competing to show the world that they are more against abortion than each other. No, Paul missed the memo on civil public discourse at U of L yesterday. The act purports to make it a law that “all unborn…


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Living in the High End of The Precipitation Forecast

We all know those people. The ones who call and say, “Did you hear we’re getting 8 inches of snow tomorrow?”  In actuality the forecast is 1-3 inches but there could be “bands” of heavier precip 100 miles north and so that person assumes it’s going to snow butt deep to a buffalo in their back yard.  Such is the situation in the metro today as one station I watch is calling for 3-6 inches of snow while another is calling for 1-3.  At the end of the day neither forecast is crippling.  Neither amount would, say, prohibit you from…