In Today’s News We Bring You Potty Training 101-Day 1 (epic fail)

The idea was to potty train an already two and a half year old little girl who reportedly comprehends and articulates exceedingly well for a child of her young years. This was to be a piece of cake for little girl and her family. That family includes a 53 year “old” mom and a 13 year old “mother hen”. Mommy, as she is lovingly called, decided to create a treasure box for the little girl. They would use butcher paper to cover a cardboard box then embellish it with pom poms, stick-on letters, tassels and anything the little girl’s heart desired (after all, this box would hold all sorts of treats and treasures). Mommy and “Tori”, the little girl’s big sister, were sure that this would be more than enough to encourage their little angel. Unfortunately, the little girl with the blazing blue eyes and the cute little button nose lost interest somewhere between wrapping the box and gluing the tassels on. She left the table, grabbed her juice, her tablet and her “Corey”, went to the bedroom and put herself down for a nap. 

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Six months blogging re-share number 2

This one’s sure to make you laugh!

Guilt, Innocence and Sarcasm

The author of this essay is a 10 year old child who told her mom she’d washed her face when in fact she had not. Her mom “punished” her for lying by having her write an essay telling why she shouldn’t lie…

(this is a copy of the original essay- although it’s hard to read it -muddling through it is well worth the challenge for a good heart warming laugh—)

 

 

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The guilt (she lied), the innocence (she just wants to play and to stay out of jail) and the sarcasm (47%- really?)

What do you do…?

So I had a conversation with a friend earlier today and we talked about my guy, Lucca. We talked about his beautiful life, his illness, the surgery and his final days. My little girl was in the room with me and when she suddenly buried her face in my chest, I realized she was crying. This was the first time I’d seen her cry for him since about 2 days after he died. I, on the other hand, have had countless tearful days about “my dude”. How was I to know she was still hurting? After all, he was MINE, MY guy, MY dude, MY handsome man!

I held her close and stroked her beautiful, dark, curly hair. Neither of us muttered his name and neither of us acknowledged her tears- we simply hugged until they stopped.

I don’t know if this was anyone else’s “right” way of dealing with this type of thing….

but it was ours…

 and he was too!

Playing with Words

I went through the alphabet and wrote the first word that came to mind in alphabetical order then I put them into a poem. I think it’s pretty funny. Read it and reply…

Alternative, Barracuda, Catastrophe, Eventful, Dramatization, Faithful, Gruesome, Harmful, In, Jubilant, Kaleidoscope, Lemon, Maniac, Norway, Opulent, Precise, Quirky, Resentful, Shameful, Tantalizing, Unfortunate, Victory, Warranted, Xylophone, Yearning,

Zany

Playing with Words

As an alternative to dinner

we decided on the barracuda

which turned out to be a real catastrophe.

Without a full dramatization

of the eventful season we had, simply put,

we have been forever faithful to the cause.

Albeit gruesome or gross,

there were no concerns of harmful fish bones,

in fact

and we were jubilant when we

looked into the kaleidoscope

to find a lemon yellow redfish

with the personality of a maniac.

Much to our delight when took the fish to Norway we were

pleasantly surprised at the opulent and fanciful ways of the people.

We were extremely precise in our movements

around this quirky little town

not wanting to attract any resentful stares

while parading around in our shameful ways with our fish.

Our tantalizing habits drew much scorn

which was an unfortunate way impress others.

But our victory was won when we

walked into the room

and heard a xylophone play in the distance and

had to resist our yearning to

overpower the townspeople with more zany written rhetoric.

My Shoes are on the Loose

This is the first of a series of poems, rhymes and short stories featuring Deuce or “Papa Deuce”. Deuce was my mom’s lovely and friendly Wheaten Terrier. He lived to the ripe old age of fourteen (and a half) and although we were never fond of one another, I will forever be grateful for the years of happiness he brought to my mom.
My Shoes are on the Loose
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
My shoes are on the loose
I’ve looked everywhere
Even under Mimi’s chair
They’re not over here
And they’re not over there
So my little piggy toes
are cryin’ cause they’re bare
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce
I have some happy news
I think I finally found
My favorite purple shoes
Oh no, oh no
Those are not my shoes at all
That’s just my little brother’s
Fuzzy purple ball
Papa Deuce, Papa Deuce…
My shoes are still on the loose!

Baby Elle

Ok, we have an adorable 4 month old goddaughter. She has blue eyes, gorgeous dimples and a beautiful little smile. Her mom dropped her off to spend a little time with us this evening. Unfortunately, our little princess cried for  30 – 45 minutes, non stop, prior to her mother returning. Why did she cry for such an extended period of time? Cereal! Her mom is attempting to introduce her to rice cereal. Apparently it’s either not agreeing with her little tummy or her parents are putting wayyyy too much in her bottle. Now, back to the crying… after trying everything from rocking her to taking her for a walk in her stroller I decided to go “old school”. I went into the bathroom and turned on the blow dryer. Within about two minutes the crying stopped and in about 20 minutes the baby was asleep on my shoulder. Who comes up with these ideas? I don’t know but I’m glad they shared that one!

Thanks for reading and feel free to pass this little helpful tip along to any and all of your young parent friends and colleagues.