Personal Blog of Author Kathryn Thompson
I’ve written a guest post over at my friend Damomma’s place. She’s the new mother of a 3rd baby and this is my version of taking over a casserole. It’s a puke-casserole, but I hope it helps her out in some way.
I’ve also got a new post up at Parenting about the sweeter side of the motherhood gig. It’s 600 words about how I can’t put into words what I want to say. You won’t want to miss that. [click here to read more]
Track camp is really the only reason I can hold my head high at the end of a wasted spring break.
[Read the post at Parenting.com]
I grew up with prizes in my cereal. There weren’t prizes in EVERY box of cereal but frequently we would rush to open a new box that promised some nugget of disposable plastic fun and goodness. I tend to believe that most boxes of “kid” cereal did contain a prize in each box. I don’t really know because my mom preferred nutrition over the allure of artificial color, flavor and roof-of-mouth-scratching sugar-coated-glee.
Read about our experiences with the comeback of breakfast cereal prizes [at Parenting.com].
I’m still pretty sick. Laylee’s been home sick for 3 days. Dan’s home sick. It’s not fun but everything passes, right? At Parenting today I’ve written about how I let my ick and frustration almost take over my parental decision-making skills. Pretty scary.
Do your kids participate in competitive sports? How in the world do you cope with it. Recent experience has shown me that I can. not. handle the pressure of watching my loved ones play in sporting events where there’s a chance they might lose. I’ve written about it at Parenting and I’d love for you to come and share your experience, stories or possible advice. Because I need to chill way the heck out.
I’d gotten up the gumption to tidy the kitchen, sweep the floors and even eat some food. These gumptionful actions sent me straight to the couch where I was contemplating a long term stay. I had both phones next to me, my laptop on top of where it’s supposed to go as per its creative name. I was wasting time on Facebook.
Laylee and Magoo walked into the room looking somber.
“Mom,” she began, “I decided it would be better to just tell you the truth.”
“Yeah,” piped in Igor, shaking his head but standing boldly at her right shoulder.
“Just tell me what happened.”
“Well, I was getting out the cheese,” she said, holding up a 2lb babyloaf of Tillamook, “And the salsa fell down.”
“Yeah,” her henchman echoed, trying to look sober but actually looking super-glad he wasn’t to blame. “And broke.” “With glass.”
I looked up at her. I’d just cleaned the kitchen floor for the first time in weeks and now I was recovering, only to be told that the little filth-mongers who are my children have just shattered a bottle of salsa on the floor.
How do you respond to someone who says, “I decided it would be better to tell you the truth”?
Do you freak out and tell them by your actions, “You probably should have lied because I am Ticked OFF!”?
No. You remain calm. You roll off the couch and you clean up the salsa and glass off the floor. You thank them for telling the truth. Maybe you passive-aggressively remind them that you just finished cleaning the floor and ask them to be more careful.
When they spin it like that, you don’t have much choice. I think they know this. It’s all part of the plan.
Sometimes her play mirrors reality and sometimes it more closely resembles reality as she wishes it would be. Other times I have no idea where her playtime dialogue and drama comes from, like when she plays a mom who is a raving lunatic, completely controlling of her children and yelling at them in a crazy German accent. I have never used a German accent so I see this type of play as pure imagination run amok.
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1. Buy a new belt.
2. Join Weight Watchers.
3. Buy the most expensive theater tickets you’ve ever purchased in your life for a show that’s coming to town in nine months.
Do all these things and you’ll have a positive pregnancy test in less than 2 weeks. I guarantee it.
The kids are growing up and doing stupid stuff. It takes my mind back to the good old days when I was young and doing stupid stuff and couldn’t understand why my parents were concerned.
Laylee’s been trying to interpret and apply the biblical story of the widow’s mite. I blogged about it over at the Parenting Post.
…She replied, “Maybe Jesus just decided he didn’t want people to give as much money to the treasury anymore so he was happy that she understood what he wanted and only gave a little bit.”…