Ninja Parenting

ninja parenting

Sometimes, I find myself wondering, if I’m not actually getting worse at this parenting gig as I get older. Or, perhaps, it’s the having more than one or two. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m definitely not the parent I was, when I started this journey.

Or maybe, it’s the kids fault. Ok, it’s probably the kids fault. It usually is, when something gets broken, or goes missing around here, and I think maybe they broke me. Continue reading

Send The Clueless One

Poor kid had a reluctant model

Diva, my sweet girl, is participating in a Medieval Fair this weekend. She’s been sewing her brains out, making cloaks.

Like a good Mommy, I’ve been supportive…and have discovered that my darling daughter has inherited my mad organizational skills.

Which is to say, none.

Girl has NO organizational, preplanning, ability. Continue reading

Boobs, And Other Summer Hazards

Oh, she's SO got sand in places it should never be.

Oh, she’s SO got sand in places it should never be.

Ok, fair warning to my guy readers: this may not be the post for you. In fact, I’m pretty sure it isn’t…unless you want to be able to sympathize with the females in your life. Or send them the link.

Because I’m going to be talking about a woman problem, here, and you might not want to have this information, or potential visuals, running around your head. (No, I’m not going to provide any visuals, but if you’re imaginative at all, you might get a head full. I’m not responsible for any therapy bills)

Now that the guys are forewarned/vacated the post, ladies, can we have a chat? Continue reading

Mischief Managed!

The other day, I discovered that Cubby didn’t have a diaper on, under his Superman onesie.

I won’t give you the details of why that was discovered, but let’s just say there was evidence, and leave it at that.

Of course, the evidence was on my couch. Thank God for leather. Continue reading