https://www.oneclassymotha.com/
wiping noses & @sses since 2003
Parenting Tip: I’ve discovered that pillow pets are a great tool to show young children how animals are born. I was able to show how a cow gives birth. In hindsight I regret using the squirrel and not taking the time to find a baby calf for this demonstration as this led to some confusion- but the kids got the gist.
*use your hand to slowly push the baby out while making moaning sounds
We had a great anniversary weekend! We did a lot of “firsts”. For the first time we: ate oysters, ate a Fractured Prune Donut, went to three new restaurants…my God, it’s all food.
We spent sometime on the boardwalk (remember,no kids!). I convinced Brian it would be fun to go into a cheesy Maze of Mirrors. It cost a lot but I thought it was worth it because it looked huge…turns out it was 6×4 ft, the mirrors just made it look bigger- go figure.
I know, he looks thrilled.
We moved on to the games and I was a force to be reckoned with! I was aggressively winning stuffed animals at the Horse Race game. Brian said he’d never seen me so aggressive (I think he was turned on). He said it had something to do with the blood red full moon. I think it had more to do with the two margaritas.
Eerie bloody red moon
I was on a roll until a 10 yr old boy bellied up to the saddle. He had a strategy that I couldn’t figure out. He was winning, and he was smug. But when I finally won that freakin huge cow I held it up high and yelled,”In your face Junior, In.Your.Face!” Brian took a victory pic of me and quickly ushered me out of there in case the kid’s parents were around.
I won! Go cry to your mother junior.
Later it was my turn to pull Brian away from Skee ball. He became obsessed “just two more smalls and we can get a medium to trade in for a large. Then do it again two more times to get two more larges and we can trade in for a jumbo….”. I had to slap him out of it. When the glaze left his eyes, and his right arm stopped swinging, we went home. We were in every night by 10pm and slept in until 10am. It was fabulous! Oh yeah, we missed our kids deeply, very deeply.
Just dropped off the kids at the grandparents and the dog at the kennel. Heading to the beach, sans kids, for our anniversary! In preparation, I made a pitcher of margaritas with fresh limes this morning. Of course I had to test taste…nothing like drinking tequila at 9am while serving the kids pop tarts. And I just noticed I packed their belongings in a “Total Wine & More” shopping bag. Parent of the year.
Apparently I dropped the ball on class photos. I recall paying for pictures but I don’t remember Picture Day ever happening…then I was handed this. Clearly second grade will forever be remembered as the year he needed a haircut and loved Star Wars. I found myself searching his class group photo for another kid whose mother also forgot Picture Day. And there in row 2, second from the end, was “Phineas and Ferb” t-shirt boy. Oh thank you, I am not alone. I immediately felt a connection with this equally scattered mother. I sensed that she was somewhere in her cluttered kitchen, holding a glass of wine, also searching the photo. I hope that she sighed with relief at the sight of my son too.