The Waiting Is the Hardest Part
Carlos rides on my hip across the parking lot and through the car rider line. As soon as we’re inside his school, I set him down and we begin the slooooooow walk to his classroom. We creep along the...
View ArticleR-E-D
We have a Sunday morning tradition at our house. Vivi and Carlos pile on to The Big Bed and snuggle up with G and me. (Victoria outgrew this a few years back and opts for a good ole teenaged sleep in...
View ArticleThe Left Way
“I cut paper wif scissors!” Carlos plopped down on the carpet in the den with a few pieces of white paper from the printer tray and a pair of green safety scissors. He held the silver blades tightly...
View ArticleMeet The Baby’s Baby
Every day as we leave his school, Carlos asks to stop and see the babies. We stand in the doorway of the infants room and Miss Morgan lets Carlos say hello to the babies as they bounce in jumpers or...
View ArticleA Blue Slip
Due to my ‘advanced maternal age,’ I got to go to the high-risk doctor for special tests and lots of ultrasounds with his super high tech machine. Like if a regular ultrasound can show you the sex of...
View ArticleHe’s Not Going to Fall
Carlos went to the movies for the first time tonight. Well, it was the first time he’s made it into the theater and watched an entire movie. I tried once before when he really wanted to see “Planes,”...
View ArticleThe Apple and The Tree
There was zero chance that this week would go smoothly for Carlos. Too much change happening at once. He’s moving up and moving on from the school he has attended since he was 3 months old. He started...
View ArticleLearning to Breathe Air
Saturday morning, Carlos and I checked on the science project we’ve got going on the deck. I eased the brown plastic cover all the way off of his sandbox and propped it against the railing. Twenty...
View ArticleLet Me Be the Baby For a Little While Longer
I told a little lie to my baby Sunday morning as I got ready to leave for the day. “Where you goin’ Mama?” I didn’t want to tell him that I was going to see Papa and Nana. To him, “Nana and Papa’s...
View ArticleNever Mind
This post has been sitting in my Drafts folder since October 26 of last year. The note said, “I keep thinking I will open the teacher’s report and it will say, ‘Never Mind! He’s fine!'” For the last...
View ArticleMaking Pie From Pumpkin Guts
I made my first homemade pumpkin pie today. It seemed like the most effcient way to put away Halloween decorations, since I didn’t feel like climbing the ladder into the attic. I took a couple of the...
View ArticleJumping Monkeys
In a parenting group, a very funny mother posted this commentary about the ridiculous nature of parenting groups (yes, IRONY. But we’re totally different, super cool and laid back): Ten little monkeys...
View ArticleI Tiptoe Into Your Room at Night
I tiptoe into your room every night, and it’s never to whisper, “For the last time, untangle your underwear from your pants legs before you put them in the laundry basket.” Just before midnight, I...
View ArticleToday I Pledge
It was a rough weekend. Anxiety pinched at my every breath. Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop thinking, couldn’t finish any of the tasks I had set for myself. Just…couldn’t. It’s been a rough month, what...
View ArticleOther People’s Boogers
Y’all know I am a fool about these kids in Carlos’ preK class. There are a couple that I am super foolish about and my heart is pinching up this week because Friday is the last day of school. I’ll...
View ArticleWobbly
When we were on the spring break cruise, Carlos felt the roll of the ship under his feet and got the funniest confused expression on his face. He shouted, “WOBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLY!” every time we swayed...
View ArticleEnding The Week On An Up Note
On Friday mornings, ESP camp holds “Fair and Flag.” For the fair, each unit sets up a table filled with the crafts they made that week. The vocational class sold granola, muffins, and bread they had...
View ArticleReady I’m Not
Carlos invited me to play Hide and Seek in his room yesterday afternoon. “Mumma? Mumma? I count to ten and you hide, Mumma.” Ten? That didn’t give me much time to find a hiding spot. I tip-toed across...
View ArticleHe Simply Doesn’t Know Better
Our Snowmaggedon turned into Snowmanothin’. The kids were full-on, wide open RAMPED up about having snow this weekend. I got pretty excited too after my trip to Fresh Market to lay in a weekend supply...
View ArticleLiving or Nonliving
How do we know if it’s living? A few weeks ago, after he had spent an afternoon with me at my office, Carlos and I stepped off the curb and cut a diagonal across the parking lot towards my car. “Mama?...
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