My Mom is Awesome
Stitches, contusions, broken bones, cuts, bruises, and even ambulance rides--we've had it all in this house.
In fact, the guy at urgent care in charge of sewing up human parts knows my Dudes by name.
I guess Dudes are just rough like that.
Strangely, we can match the number of outdoor injuries to the number of those that have occurred inside.
I've thought it out and have come to the conclusion that a) my children have little to no respect for my house or my stuff ...
I'm not old.
But, sometimes I feel like it.
Not because chasing after my kids exhausts me or because I don't get the lyrics to half of the songs on the radio, but because my kids live such different lives than I did at their age.
Everything is just so different.
I'd love it if they could go back in time to like, um, 1992, and deal with only having a few TV channels, a rotary phone, and cassette tapes.
They'd be so confused.
In fact, here are 5 things I ...
Last year I became a special needs mom.
At that point in my life, when everything was spiraling out of control, I was serching frantically for information and support, online and in my community.
Blogs, written by moms who had been where I was (and still am many days), were a huge help.
Here are five special needs mom bloggers you should check out now.
Love That Max.
Honestly I discovered Love that Max well before I was navigating the special needs waters for my ...
I am a firm believer in the five-second rule.
Call me icky if you must, but if my Dudes drop a fruit snack on the ground, and it's not snatched up by the dog within five seconds, I consider it fair game to go back into their own bellies -- I find it less scary than anything my kids could pick up at the pediatrician's office.
There's an irony to the fact that the place you take children for their healthcare can be a serious germ factory.
Here are five tips to follow when ...
Some people like to make a summer bucket list.
Personally, I think a bucket list is more powerful than anything you can enjoy in 10 weeks of summer, so I don't do them.
Or, I call them something else.
Something with less of a must-do connotation and more of an if-we-feel-like-getting-out-of-our-jammies connotation. I don't like pressure in the summer. That's what the rest of the year is for.
Plus, having experienced tons of summers with kids in tow already, I kinda ...
Dad's day is right around the corner.
Literally. It's Sunday. You should be prepared already. Or a member of Amazon Prime so you can take advantage of their two-day shipping like me. Yes!
Since you have your gift all in your shopping cart waiting for your paycheck to hit the bank Wednesday wrapped and ready to roll, you have plenty of time to acquaint yourself with our favorite blog owning dads.
How to Be a Dad
We've featured them before, but seriously, they put a ...
They act happy because they know you spent half of the week working on them with your kids, but those dad favor coupons you've been making for three straight years are not the hit you think they are.
Dad doesn't want the kids to wash his car, because he uses the chore he actually enjoys a little to get out of doing that never-ending list of stuff you have for him wants it done right the first time. And he doesn't need coupons for hugs and kisses, because he gets smothered in those ...
I vaguely recall, in my hazy newborn mom days, someone (or everyone actually) telling me that it gets easier.
It just gets different.
Read on for the proof.
Newborn morning: Wake up after only 58 minutes of actual sleep with baby draped across your chest clutching a used wipe in your fist. Baby stirs and immediately pecks about to eat. Pre-shower, pre-breakfast, even pre-pee you feed him to avoid the fall out from denying the hungriest human baby on the ...
DudeMom says: No, it's fine to say penis. You just can't shout, PENIS.
Especially not when we're at Panera. During the dinner rush. While we dine with your grandparents.
DudeMom says: It's not a mask. It's a cup.
NOOOOO, not for drinking. For, like, protecting your junk.
DudeMom says: Never get up from the couch and walk outside to pee again.
You're not a puppy, you're a person. Or, you're almost a person. Ugh, one day I hope you will act more like a person ...
Today is my birthday!
I'm 29. Again.
I know, I should be embracing the fact that I'm aging—that I'm still alive to age. And I appreciate that fact, for sure. But I'm not down with being old.
Age is about how you feel, right? And, I feel 19 29. Except for on those days when I feel 56. And a couple times a year when I feel 85. And every single time my dad calls up to "talk to me" when I feel 12.
Point is, age is nothing but a number, and how old or how young you ...