Personal Blog of Author Kathryn Thompson
by Kathryn
Tonight as I was giving Laylee and Magoo their bath, life was a dream and a song. Everyone was happy and splashy and damp. Magoo was pouring water over Laylee’s head. She loved it and then suddenly she so didn’t love it. She hated it. Water was evil. Water must be stopped. The only way she could think to stop it was with the piteous siren of screaming death.
Do you wanna know how much sympathy I have for the piteous siren of screaming death? …
by Kathryn
Today at The Parenting Post, I’ve posted the cutest picture ever taken of Magoo. The post is about the gadgets that make my life easier. What technological advances would you have trouble living without?
by Kathryn
Every once in a while I like to sit down and think of all the reasons I’m the BEST MOM EVER. It’s a good exercise to try and narrow them down to a reasonably small list of my saintly acts. The most recent addition is up at parenting.com so you can go over and let me know any reasons why you might by my runner up.
In the event that I can no longer fulfill my duties as BEST MOM EVER, I’d like my replacement to be one of you.
by Kathryn
I don’t know where she gets it… ahem… but Laylee’s showing herself to be quite the perfectionist. She is an uncompromising stickler for detail which causes high quality but low output, inconvenient if she plans to earn her keep down at the workhouse. …
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Today at Parenting.com, we’re talking about a new study that suggests trouble for kids in day care. Please go over and weigh in on the discussion.
I stay home with my kids but I’m honestly not sure what I’d do with them if I were to go back to work. Half the time I’m not sure what to do with them now.
How do you manage childcare in your family? Share your wisdom with the rest of us.
by Kathryn
Sometimes Ashton Kutcher really makes me think.
by Kathryn
“Why yes, yes she does,” I answered the doctor at her 4-year well check visit.
What I didn’t tell him was that sometimes I want to open up a can on her imaginary posse…
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by Kathryn
Laylee sits next to me tapping and making alarmingly loud sucking and hocking noises.
I politely ask her to stop.
The noises continue.
I yell, “HEY!!!!”
She looks at me innocently. “Why hey, Mamma?”
I am dumbfounded. “WHY HEY?” I respond.
“I’m serious. Why hey?”
She was also serious today in the pediatrician’s office when she placed her hands on her chest and said, “See these pointy parts. These are my breasts.” She then gently cupped my own mammaries and said, “These are your breasts. They are much lower than mine. When I get big and old like you my chest will go down SO LOW too.”
The truth is out. I no longer have the body of a four-year-old. I did not feel inclined to explain that her four-year-old body was partially to blame for my general lack of perkishness. WHY HEY? Why indeed.
by Kathryn
Have you been getting the spam telling you that all of your co-workers are talking behind your back about what a fat slob you are? I have. The email goes into detail about all the office gossip and how the sender doesn’t want to be the one to tell me how disgusting I am but just wants to save me from future trauma.
I cannot believe it. For one thing, …