• anthropologie,  car,  home decor,  motherhood,  My Boy,  sick

    A Touch of Pneumonia and Home Decor

    I am home today with a sick little boy who’s getting less and less sick by the minute and a rambunctious not sick at all 3 year old girl and I’m losing my mind… My son got sent home from school last Wednesday with a fever and horrible cough and never quite recovered.  We spent Memorial Day in urgent care and got a diagnosis of “a touch of pneumonia.” So, that was fun. Who gets pneumonia on Memorial Day?? That’s what oppressive Wisconsin winters are for.  Someone needs to send the bacteria in my son’s lungs a memo. We are 3 doses of antibiotics in and the young chap seems to be recovering nicely. …

  • Oprah

    On Losing Oprah

    I joke with a lot of people about how much I love Oprah, including you, my (I’m not sure if you really exist) readers.  And mostly I always thought it was a big joke.  I did really sit in the front row at one of her shows…and I do (did) watch her show every day.  Admittedly, the invention of the DVR has really helped up my viewership in the last several years.  What with my life taking on this whole responsible grown-up type turn and all. I really did pay attention to the things she said and incorporated them into my own life.  I really do feel like she might like…

  • Kid Pics,  Oprah,  Skyler

    The Death of Me

    I’m a little melancholy at the moment.  First, because my darling husband left early this morning for Minneapolis for business and won’t be returning until late Friday night.  I am not so much sad because of how deeply I love him and will miss him, but because the rat bastard has left me in the unfortunate position of acting the part of a single parent for the next 72 hours.  Which means that I have to deal with this (among other things) all by my lonesome self: Try going head to head with that death glare with no back up -I dare you.  3 year olds are frightening.  They smell fear, exhaustion and…

  • Book Recommendation,  Kid Pics,  Mother's Day,  My Boy,  My Girl,  Working Mother

    Mother’s Day and Other Musings

    See what I mean about the me and the not posting very much until school is over thing?  Sheesh.  I don’t know how other moms are able to pull off working full time all year round.  There’s never any time to do everything you actually need to accomplish in any given day.  Either the children are fed or they have clean laundry.  Never both.  Okay, some how both of those things usually get done in reality but that’s how it feels in my mind.  The only sanity I have is knowing that there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I will have 12 whole weeks off to just concentrate…

  • funny kid conversations,  My Boy

    The Fine Art of Complimenting a Woman

    I was helping My Boy get ready for bed tonight and he grabbed my head and said, “Mom, let me smell your hair.”  I was thinking to myself what a sweet moment this was and imagining my handsome boy as a grown man years and years from now at a cafe in Paris telling the story of how, for as long as he lives, he will never forget how beautiful his mother’s flowing golden locks were and how they always smelled of fragrant honeysuckle….or something like that… But then, when I asked him why he wanted to smell my hair, he replied, “Because something really stinks in here and I’m pretty sure it’s your…

  • favorite quotes,  motherhood

    Motherhood Quotes

     Nerd confession: I keep a file of my favorite quotes on my computer.  Sometimes other people have a way of saying exactly what I mean but in a way I never would have thought to say it and that makes me happy.  So, I hoard the words of others and read them from time to time when my own words fail me.  Or, just when I’m bored by all the words in my own head and would like a window into someone else’s head for a change. In honor of Mother’s Day this weekend, here are a few of my most favorite quotes from my archives about motherhood or from the mouths…

  • Gardening,  My Boy,  Soccer

    The Realization That I’ve Become a Gardening Wannabe Soccer Mom

    It’s so funny how aging works.  In my head I am about 22.  That’s how old I feel.  I see young 20 somethings out and about and think for a brief second-“Ooooh, I love her outfit-I need to find a cute shirt like that.”  And then in the next instant I realize that I’m almost 15 years older than that girl and I’ve given birth twice and my boobs are no longer high and dry and my muffin top would be oh so sadly accentuated in that shirt.  Not to mention I would look like a 35 year old having a mid-life crisis if I went out in that shirt. And where…