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]
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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]
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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!
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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]
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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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Wordless Wednesday – Man of Your Dreams
He’s only 8, can pick his nose with his tongue (ewww!!!)Â and yes, he has a girlfriend!
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Poop Sandwich 2012
It’s the last week of school in our neck of the woods. That means there are numerous year-end events: talent shows, recitals, parties, etc. But what’s missing, and has been since September 2009, are any peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in my son’s lunch. No, it has nothing to do with allergies. The reason my [Read More]
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My Daughter the Lab Rat
“Remember when I helped that girl become a better babysitter?” Sydney, 5, asked. We were in the car, driving through the college town where I work. “Was it that building, Mama?” she inquired as we passed a brick building. Uh, I thought. What’s she talking about? Oh, wait. Yeahhhh…. Last summer I took Sydney to [Read More]
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Bitty Baby: The American Girl Gateway Drug
I am filling out a hospital admission form right now. Oh, no! I can hear you crying. What’s wrong? Who’s hurt? Poor EBM! Don’t panic. I’m filling out a hospital admission form for a DOLL. That’s right, I’m sending Bitty Baby to the American Girl Doll Hospital. She needs a new body (torso and limbs) [Read More]
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