Category: Confessions

Confessions, Eliott

Why I Will Continue to Pay Premium Prices for Children’s Shoes

About two weeks ago, Eliott’s class of behavioral over-achievers filled the jar of gold drops (and I quote) “faster than any class has ever done this!” (according to the email) and earned themselves a little party. It was a stuffed animal party. Each kid was allowed to bring a favorite stuffed animal to school for the day. Talk about a genius idea.

But this was back before brand-new-and-also-pregnant-kindergarten-mom had her shit together.

It was a Thursday. John offered to take Eliott to school, so he could see her classroom, meet her teacher, and let Carter and me sleep in.

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Some Tips for Tuesday: Random, but Totally Worth It

I’ve been a little absent from the Internet.  But not from life.  Oh no.

I’ve been getting things done.  Lots of things.  Hidden messes became large piles.  Large piles are becoming small piles.  Some small piles are disappearing, and bedrooms are surfacing.

In my hormonal pursuit to get things done before December 5th, I’ve been making lists, calendars, and labels.  I don’t typically dig around the mommy blogging network for ideas in these matters, as I’m prone to believing I am probably doing everything better than anyone anyway, but alas, I have recently–accidentally–run across some ideas that I just couldn’t help but find genius.

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Blog Awards, Chain Letters, and Pass-It-On-Or-Die Notes

Remember the underwear scheme in 6th grade?  I think it was more cunningly titled “Pretty Panty Exchange,” and the idea was the exact same as every other chain letter pyramid scheme: send two pairs of underwear, two dollars, two books, whatever, one to each of the addresses above you, and in six weeks you’ll have a million pairs of underwear(!), a million dollars(!), an entire library of fabulous paperbacks(!).  I probably opted out simply because I can’t–and never could–handle the word panties.  Cringe.

Nevertheless, it always sounded too good to be true.

Ask anyone involved in Zeek Rewards and they’ll tell you that is exactly what it is.  (By the way, did that story make national news, or are we just privy to it because it happened a few miles down the road from us?)

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Confessions, Eliott

Dear Mom and Dad

John and I are just sitting (laying) here in front of football.  He’s typing a brief that’s due tomorrow while I tackle my back-to-school to-do list (or at least make a plan for when I can accomplish all of these things) and we both just said, “Hm, haven’t called my parents in a few weeks.”  So just to let you know, we aren’t slacking off.  We’re treading water right now and be patient with us.

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Carter, Confessions, Eliott

Birthday Week Wrap Up

It is a rainy Saturday morning and I am avoiding gearing up for a ridiculously busy day.

It has been an emotional week.  The UnderToad has been lingering, and though I know my hormones are more to blame than anything, I can’t help but think several circumstances also contributed.  There have, on the positive side, been some hidden gems of goodness sort of sprinkled throughout everything.

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The Grief Bandwagon

I have a friend here in Clemmons named Debbie.

Truth be told, though I met her over a year ago, I wouldn’t call us “close” friends.  During the school year we see each other every Tuesday morning at Bible study.  During the summer we seem to have our gym schedules aligned, so I might see her and chat three days a week from a treadmill.

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Confessions, Eliott

The Moment Vacation Ended

The week after vacation is always difficult. We spent time last week in the mountains of NC with Grandma and Grandpa and then drove a little further west to Mimi and PopPop’s house, where we got to see both of my sisters (and Dragon). John came to the mountains, but left me on my own for the Tennessee trip.

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Colorado, What The Heck?!

Unless you live under a bridge, I need not re-share the news.

I just keep wondering when God is going to renege on his flood promise.

I’ve said it before, but I’m going to say it again.  For all the people who consciously dread bringing children into “this world” because times are worse than ever, my opinion is the very opposite.  I’m not actually sure that times are worse than ever.  I feel like there was a time far before the land of electronic instantaneous communication (with video) but certainly sometime after the invention of the wheel when it was just as dangerous to live in this world as it is today.  Okay, maybe the fear was of something smaller and not as crazy in the head as a gun wielding psycho out West (something more like a germ or a hungry animal) but dangerous none the less.

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Confessions, Isaiah

The Day All My Dreams Came True

First, the Chinese were wrong.  Freaking finally.

Second, I will not be scanning and posting any ultra sound pictures.  If you want to see what the baby looks like, Google “ultra sound picture.”  Yes.  It looks just like that.  Only cuter, probably.  (As I described to Eliott, “We’re going to see the baby, but really, it is going to look like a bunch of thunderstorm clouds on a black and white TV and will probably be really boring, so I’ll bring the iPod for you to play games.)

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Carter, Confessions, Eliott

Thoughts on the Terrible Two’s

I have become that mother who screams, “GO OUTSIDE!” about ten times a day.

It is a crying shame North Carolina isn’t big on basements.  Another mental note for the house we build one day.  I will make sure it has a big basement, which is padded, and filled with things I do not care about.  I will turn a blind eye when “fight club” develops down there, making sure not to burn the muffins I have baking in the civilization I have created for myself above.

I have come to the conclusion that my children were too intelligent for the “Terrible Two’s.”  Instead of spending nine months to a year of their lives in emotion-driven tantrum frenzy, they feigned innocence while silently observing and storing up all aggression to be distributed in a much more calculated and passive way.

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