Most Likely To Conceive..

they can't stop, mom.

2008-01-03T12:48:00.000-06:00

A1 stumbled across my baby brother's picture yesterday. Well, not really stumbled, being that the picture is in a frame on a table in plain sight. But funny how she never mentions his pictures on any given day. Yesterday she decides to say "Mom, I miss your brother & your sister & your Dad too"...Of course you know there's a backstory that would typically follow this paragraph right? Well, there

mad happy.

2007-08-23T15:50:00.000-06:00

A-1 got in "trouble" in class. Mad.Why? Because she said (not teased, not taunt, just said as an opinion) to a classmate "My mom looks better than your mom". Happy.She could have said "I wish my mom looked like YOUR mom"...How do you punish that? With kisses & ice cream!

the fridge is loud.

2007-08-17T10:45:00.000-06:00

So...all the A's are at school. I thought for sure I'd be jumping out of skin with joy but on the contrary...I'm sad. I feel like running upstairs and tying a Cabbage Patch doll around my waist just to feel like I have a baby tugging on me. Classes start for me on Monday so I won't trip for too long..but today the house is too still. I could be cleaning or organizing or washing clothes but that

Woe is me.

2007-08-16T09:56:00.001-06:00

Yes, it is indeed one of those days. I feel friendless. Is it possible to just be a person who doesn't do well in friendships? I guess. I am to friendships as I am to blogs. And judging from the dates that past between my posts...you see that I'm not the best of friends when it comes to staying in contact. I could live inside this little world I've created at home without anyone else except...

I am alive...but barely.

2007-08-15T22:35:00.000-06:00

I have the 24-hour stomach bug that is over staying it's welcome.That's my latest excuse. I'll think of a better one tomorrow. I've been knocking around the idea of doing 100 posts in a row...but I think that sounds like too much obligation for a person who can hardly get her kid to kindergarten on time every morning....so hold your breath for that one.. wait, don't.Got my hair cut today & I

I Think I Got The Wrong Baby...

2007-07-29T09:09:00.000-06:00

Five years ago...walking out of GBMC, I think someone switched my sweet baby girl.Because this can NOT be my child. This can not be my masterful creation. This CAN NOT be my blood.A1 is allergic to chocolate.GASP! GASP! SIGH!Hold up...I just had an Ah-Ha moment writing this very entry. If she's allergic to chocolate & can't have it & I LOVE chocolate & must have it...then we are a perfect pair,

We're playing chicken?

2007-07-28T15:20:00.000-06:00

I'm at the computer, Big A is reading Half-Blood Prince at the dining room table and A3 is crying in the monitor. I guess he's awake from his nap. It's not a full on cry, more like a "what the hell people" cry. Like baby talk bitching. Waa Waa HELLOOO Waa.It's probably been 3 minutes. Usually we give A3 a few moments to see if he's really awake or just arguing in his dreams. <-- Which he does!

Are you da may?

2007-07-26T12:38:00.000-06:00

A1 & A2 speak dorish. Perhaps you are familiar with this language too. It's a delicate combination of Spanish, English and Dora the Explorer lingo. Heard of it? You know Uno, Dos, Trees, Quarter, Says, Backpack Backpack, so on and so mixed up.Well, A1 and A2 both are relatively fluent in dorish. I sometimes catch them in the middle of a conversation that involves a ladder, a pantry and cookies

Let sleeping children lie.

2007-07-25T21:41:00.000-06:00

I always find that in the middle of the night I miss the A-Team the most. When the house is still and when there are no expectations of me, besides Big A needing extra special attention (wink), I yearn for the noise of day time. The "Mommy!" and "STOP IT!" and "i sowwy". I miss the song of the house, the laughter and whines and high pitch girlie screeches that bounce and vibrate down the hallway

A writer that doesn't....write?

2007-07-25T11:57:00.001-06:00

That's me. Hello again old chum. The world is not really all that hectic. I'd love to lie and complain about how much I have to do and how much time I don't have but that would indeed be a lie. Though, I have started school and have started a second book, I am not that busy. I find that I have a lot of idle time when kids are off playing with electrical sockets or something. I just haven't been

My freedom only cost me 5 slices of cheese.

2007-06-21T23:38:00.000-06:00

There were about ten things my mom drilled into my subconscious as a chitlin.1.) boys only want one thing.2.) your home represents you, if your home is dirty that means you are dirty.3.) fake it till you make it.I'll spare you this time from sitting through my entire therapy session on why I am the way that I am. So forget the whole list and only focus on #2. Clean! Clean! Clean! That was my life

"Get to it now or I'll get to you"

2007-06-20T18:15:00.000-06:00

I say. Feel mighty with parental powers. All those years of being on the receiving end of the "or else"s and now I am the master of my domain.And you know what my child says?A1: Are you threatening me, sloth?Yes, she called me a sloth. But I couldn't be anymore proud that my 5 year old knew the proper usage of threatening. She asked me what it meant on Saturday while watching Ice Age 2 (hence

While the whole world sleeps...

2007-06-20T14:07:00.000-06:00

Well not the whole world, just my world. My 3 A's are all bundled up in their beds taking a nap. I hope. It's quiet, so I assume they are actually going to nap this time. But they've been known to stuff towels under the door to muffle their maddness. Tricky Hobbits.Big A made it back in one piece from DC. Didn't rain, sleet or snow up there, despite my evil incantations. But he did say that he

"This goes out to all my baby mamas" - Fantasia

2007-06-17T13:21:00.000-06:00

Yesterday's blog made me realize something..Single mothers do the damn thing every day all day.So, Happy Father's Day to you ladies.

I'm a sorter.

2007-06-16T18:36:00.000-06:00

I fancy sorting clothes for the wash. Folded leg, silence and three target spots for each category. By the door, by the wall, by the closet. Boom. Boom. Boom. I become the Mickey Mantle of laundry. Quickly I make mountains into molehills in the hallway. Moving swiftly but with concentration. Speed plays a key part in my ritual. Every other care that would usually enter my mind is pushed out by:

marriage is overrated.

2007-06-10T19:55:00.000-06:00

A1 is a sponge & I know that everyone's child is a sponge, but allow me to think that my child is the most sponge-est just for the sake of this blog. It helps with the flow of thoughts...thanks."You let them watch that?" she says. She being one of my childless friends. That being Harry Potter baby-sitting the A-team.Me: What are they supposed to watch?No-Kid: I don't know...like Little Mermaid or

I love your breasts, Mommy.

2007-06-07T12:28:00.000-06:00

A2 stands proudly when these words come out of her mouth with clarity. She has a lisp and gets irate when she has to repeat her words. Luckily for me I understood her the first go round. Typically though, she's a loving child who lives to give compliments. And generally speaking, I love to receive them..Here's the "but"....When my darling, ever caring, wonderfully thoughtful daughter presents me

You're not a writer, you're a mom.

2007-06-06T21:41:00.001-06:00

So says A1.side note here: I have A1 (girl, 5), A2 (girl, 4) and A3 ( finally a boy, 14 months).We're sitting at the table eating a hodge-podge breakfast of oatmeal, Eggos and applesause, my half ass effort to make it healthy. A1 and A2 fight over which one of them can be a firefighter (or as A2 says it a "fighterfighter") when they grow up, as if only one person per family is allowed the