I say time and time again, I’m so glad things like Facebook and Instagram were not around when I was a kid!

One of the many reasons being those awkward childhood pictures. Oh, and did I have some awkward ones! Sure, a few of those photos have made their way onto Facebook from time to time but, for the most part, those photos are tucked inside photo albums hidden in a closet or there weren’t any photos taken and those embarrassing memories are nothing more than stories told at family gatherings that I can continue to deny ever happened!

The years I had no front teeth because they had to pull my baby teeth. Or the time someone thought it would be fun to give my sister and me a can of shaving cream in the bathtub. Or my “Dirty Dancing” phase and my obsession with having my hair permed to look just like Jennifer Grey’s. Not a pretty sight. Read the rest of this entry…

Although his words are few, I’m learning to appreciate the words he does use. And sometimes, he leaves me speechless.

Tonight as I was getting Talon ready for bed we decided to skip the changing table routine and just get ready on his bedroom floor. I held out his Huggies Slip-On, he stepped in and I pulled it up over his freshly bathed butt. Then he stepped into his pajama pants and patted the top of his head to tell me his shirt goes on next. Over his head, arms in.

As I pulled it down over his belly, I said, “Oh, Tal, you’re getting so big. Are you mama’s big boy?”

“Ut-uh,” he replied and crossed his arms across his chest.

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Some times I look back at my childhood and wonder, “What on earth was my mom thinking?”

Don’t get me wrong. My mom did a bang-up job raising me. But handing over keys to my own car when I turned 16? Awesome! And, yet, so crazy!

See, when I went through drivers training it was very different than it is now. My instructor was our high school gym teacher and wrestling coach (and pretty awesome guy). He knew what he was doing but our classroom instruction time was “read the book & watch the movies & try not to fall asleep” and our in-car instruction time was “good God, kids, just don’t crash us!”.  Read the rest of this entry…

I always thought that saying was a little silly. Something we parents can chuckle at. Then, I had Talon.

As much as I love my moments of silence throughout the day, when it comes to Talon, silence is scary. Silence means he has concocted some sort of tower that he is trying to traverse in the effort to reach whatever toy his sister has placed on the counter in hopes of keeping it out of his hands. Silence means he is making my walls his personal art pallet because, apparently, paper stifles his creativity.

Worse yet, silence means he is stripping out of his clothes and his diaper and quietly giggling as he pees on the floor or his sister. Yes, his sister. Read the rest of this entry…

Confession….

I cannot parallel park.

Well, “cannot” might be too strong of a word. I probably can but I chose not to. I know, basically, how to do it but I refuse to do it. I will drive around looking for an alternate parking option before I’ll parallel park. This drives my husband crazy!

At some point, before my kids get behind the wheel, I’m going to need to master that skill. Ugh! Read the rest of this entry…