Let me start by saying I love our library. It’s cheery, runs a huge number of programs, and is conveniently located. That said, I’ve had numerous issues at the library over the years. There was the time my son got scolded for tossing a plastic slinky around and another time when he got reprimanded for [Read More]
The Bare Necessities
Sydney, 5, was hanging out in my bedroom the other day while I was changing my clothes. “Will I wear a bra one day?” she asked. “Yup,” I replied. “Which day? Saturday?” Ha!
When Potty Seats Attack
You know those accident reports you get from school or child care? The ones that describe a minor mishap, such as “Susie scraped her knee while building a fort. Ice and TLC were applied.” Usually, I find those accident reports so mundane that I don’t give them another thought. However, I’ve never laughed at an [Read More]
The Top 5 Reasons I Don’t Want to Go to the Giant Indoor Water Park
We celebrated my son’s 9th birthday over the weekend. It was a flurry of dining out, opening Beyblades and DSi games, and playing with Beyblades and DSi games. One thing we didn’t do over the weekend was host a birthday party. That’s because, like many kids his age, Will did not want a birthday party. [Read More]
Help Wanted
Wanted Experienced Bad Mom seeks stealthy individual capable of successfully tossing children’s artwork into the trash. Minimum requirements: 3-5 years of progressive responsibility getting rid of mountains of drawings, paintings, and the like. Must be able to bury artwork so that children cannot find it when they look in the trash. Must be able to [Read More]
The Three Kings
“You’re so smart,” I gushed to my 5-year-old recently (Yes, I’m one of those annoying moms who thinks her kid is brilliant!) “You’re, like, the smartest person I know!” “I know 2 people who are smarter,” Sydney replied. “Two? Who are they?” “God and Jesus. Actually, they’re kings. And there’s a third king,” she told [Read More]
The Interrogator
This is Sydney. She’s 5. She’s one tough cookie. She’s also smarter than I am. I’m usually reminded of that on a daily basis. Below I present two recent interactions with the girl I’m starting to call “The Interrogator”. Exhibit #1. Sydney wanted to build a fort out of pillow cushions and sleep there overnight. [Read More]
Wordless Wednesday – The Return of Bitty Baby
Remember when I was whining about sending Bitty Baby to the American Girl doll hospital? Well, she’s back! Here she is in her hospital gown all better. And Sydney’s soooo happy!
He Got a Rock
I sense a theme! Loyal readers know that I got some rocks for Mother’s Day from my daughter Sydney, age 5. I’m happy to report that my husband got a BIG rock for Father’s Day from Sydney! In case you can’t see, she painted a rock and then a teacher wrote on it: “My Dad [Read More]
Do I Hafta? (A Wit and Wisdom Guest Post)
Today I’m pleased to share with you a guest post from a blogging buddy of mine, Elizabeth, from Transitional Woman. Enjoy her “bad mom” story! Once you’ve set your course as an Experienced Bad Mom, it only gets worse. Recently, my youngest son, a high school senior, was invited to interviews for a university’s honors [Read More]
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