Monkey Boy also needs a costume, for which we are happy to provide. He needs a pig mask/nose/ears, and he need to wear either pink or peach for the play. Monkey Boy requested to wear pink, because according to him, "Peach is not my color."
Read MoreThe transformation is complete, although truth be told, it has been for quite a while, a couple years. But this morning sealed it.
Read MoreRen was taking much too much time getting ready for school one morning last week. Instead of getting his clothes on, he was lying on the floor playing with his toys. I stepped into room, opened his drawers and pulled out clothes for him to wear.
Read MoreI walked into the middle of a conversation between The Girl and Monkey Boy,”…Ren you peed twice outside today,” Ash accused.
Read MoreYesterday in the car, Ren starts bragging on himself, “I found momma’s money.” B looks at me with a quizzical look, “Really?”
Read MoreAsh and I went clothes shopping this morning. It reinforced that we definitely have differing styles, and the days of frilly pink dresses, or any dresses for that matter, are long behind us. Welcome all manner of black, grey, boxy, and distressed. It’s a little like shopping with B. I hold up something that I think will meet with her most stringent guidelines for clothing
purchases, “This is cute. What about this?”
Ash was going to an all-girls birthday party, so as an equitable parent who does not want to hear three-hours of “Why can’t I go,” I decided to take the boy someplace, special, too. I told him to grab a pair of socks from his top drawer. He ran upstairs and quickly returned with one sock. I sent him back upstairs for the other sock, and this is what he came back with. B said, “He did grab two, and that makes a pair.”’
Read More “What are you doing, momma?”
“I am sewing a button on daddy’s shorts,” I replied as I poked the needle through the fabric and pulled through the thread.
‘You sew? YOU SEW?” He exclaimed.
Just spent the last week in the midst of spring cleaning. We all went through our closets and dressers, removing ill-fitting and neglected clothing to give to charity. And then, we removed eight regular sized plastic tubs and three extremely large plastic tubs and one old suitcase filled with baby toys and toddler toys, little girl toys and dress up costumes, and stuffed animals. I now have nine very large lawn and leaf bags filled with donations.
Read MoreMy daughter, almost famous for her brave fashion choices, matched a black and red top with black polka dotted pants. She stood in the doorway to her bedroom, donned her Mickey Mouse Ears and twirled her Dirt Devil mini broom, without the accompanying dustpan, mind you. “Look at me, Mom,” a phrase I hear about 100 times a day, for outfits, feats of strength, fanciful poses, daring escapes, drinking water, you get the picture.
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