Parenting

Hayden has been listening to audiobooks in the iPad.  And when I say he listens to audio books, I should clarify that he only listens to the same three books over and over again.  Ramona the Pest.  Ralph S. Mouse.  And Winnie the Pooh.   I can barely tolerate the reader for Ralph, but at...
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Last night I realized that if I don’t post something I will not be able to keep claiming”blogger” on our tax returns.  Turns out making thirty-six dollars a year can actually be a good thing. - – - – - – - – - - There has been a lot of talk about poo...
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I swear I am not making this shit up. - – - – - – - – - I just littered it. That doesn’t sound good, Daddy. I decided this can be where he pokes the blood out. I guess the car dealer ship is in charge of all the cars.  Why do they...
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One of Hayden’s favorite stories is about the time I found snake poop in one of my kitchen cabinets. I never found the snake. He also loooves it when I tell him about having to take “paragark” (aka paragoric) when I was a kid.  There was no such think as children’s Motrin or even...
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For the record, Monday night’s pulled pork turned out to be less than expected.  Perfectly tender, juicy, “pig meat” (thank you, Hayden) ruined by way too much paprika. And the CROCKPOT.  Once again, I am reminded that crockpot meals taste weird.  If anyone can offer up some good crockpot recipes I might be willing...
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Well, if this hasn’t been a blogging hiatus then I don’t know what is.  Almost a month since I have written anything?  Wow.  Good thing I never referred to myself as a writer.  In preparation for his approaching the mature age of five, Hayden has really been getting into music.  One of his favorite...
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Maybe writing is like therapy.  You do it until you don’t need it anymore. Although I started blogging for myself, I feel guilty when I don’t write because this has turned into something more. Each week I think, I am going to start blogging again! But I’d rather be outside. This year-long writer’s block...
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I wish Hayden could type so he could just write this blog for me.  Between dealing with plumbing problems, 106 degree heat with a 1979 AC system, and a kid who is sick every 11.2 days, I am out of words.  It’s time for Tuesday’s List, dear readers. I’d appreciate another sandwich. I’ve been...
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Remember that meme awhile back, “What’s in your purse?  And everybody took pictures of the insides of their purses and laughed at the crazy crap they carry around every day? I didn’t participate in that meme because pictures of my purse would have been boring. I only have two things in my purse- a...
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I’ve been trying not to complain about my hair, which is not doing much in terms of improving my outlook because Hayden just complains about it for me. In fact, several times in the past week he has expressed disappointment with my hair’s lack of length and luster.  He has also made is quite...
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Tonight, I am just going to relax and read my kindle.  I’m not going to water anything OR do any more laundry.  In fact, I am just going to pretend that this morning’s drama over serving waffles incorrectly never happened and focus on Hayden’s more entertaining side.  You’ll probably want to do the same....
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Seriously.  Maybe if this kid could stay well for more than a few days at a time I could get something done.  And maybe WRITE SOMETHING.  He has been sick four times since July 1, and I’ve decided that being away from other viral children is actually what is making him sick. IT IS...
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It’s going to be 107 again today.  In an attempt to stay cool we have been hanging out at Ralphs, but we’ve run out of things to buy look at so we’re back to watching TV. - – - – - – - – - - Me:  Hayden, did you know that I used...
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After spending thirty minutes helping Hayden build a train track that took up the entire living room floor, through tears he pronounced it “no good because it doesn’t go enough places.” This went on for another thirty minutes. It’s not me, it’s him. The train tears rolled into snack sobs because I prepared the...
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