The other day, I was bandaging Josh’s scraped knee. Him: “Mommy, I sorry I hurt I-self.” *my heart breaks* Me: “It’s OK, sweet boy. I still hurt myself. These bodies we have… they’re only temporary.” Him: “Mommy, you know when our icemaker broke and someone came out and fixed it?” *Very pregnant pause* Me: “I […]
Today while playing ball with Josh, he keeps throwing it over my head. Me: “J, to be more accurate, you need to look at me until the ball leaves your hand.” Him: “Mom, YOU have to keep your eye on the ball.” Alrighty then.
When the going gets tough…. he gets going. I am so proud of my husband. He is kind and gentle with our boys, he values integrity and loyalty. He is a good friend. He is so good at the art and practice of doctoring but it is all of those other things that help make […]
As these days of parenting little tiny children just seem to get longer and harder, this image comes to mind. Remember at the end of the first Matrix when Neo is beaten to a bloody pulp and just when it seems the movie will end in a tragedy, he gets up, takes a deep breath […]
Today’s situation: All three of us are sick, I’m pregnant and aching all over. It hurts to move. Dad is working late. The boys are destroying the master bedroom and we’re watching Food Network nonstop. We ate ramen for dinner. But my boys are safe and happy and fed. That’s my story and I’m sticking […]
Me: “Hey, the Oscars are on tonight.” Me: “You haven’t seen those in…. like….3.5 years.” Me: “Wait, isn’t Josh 3.5 years old?” Me: “Yes, yes he is. I see your point.” Me: “You know you love the Sprout Network more than watching silly adult shows like the Oscars.” Me: “You can just shut up, now.”
Tonight I have heard, “C’mon Sammy, it’ll be fun!” about 10 times. 1) I’ll probably be hearing that my entire life 2) It never results in good things.
The boys, ages 3.5 & 1.5 are having a heated discussion on the appropriate pronunciation of the word “ambulance.” Neither are close.
I told Josh he’d have to eat at least one bean in order to get more dumplings for dinner. I look over a minute later and he’s opened up all of the green bean pods and eaten just the beans themselves. I’d better get smarter because he’s not getting any dumber.
This morning, Josh comes barreling out of the bathroom half naked and chucks his wadded up underwear and pants at me. “Here mom!” I raise my left hand and catch them right above my left ear. “Nice catch mom!” #boymomlife