Anyone who knows my family, knows we’re pretty much obsessed with the Seahawks. We both grew up rooting for them even when they weren’t a championship winning team. The first time they went to the Super Bowl was amazing for us, granted they lost, it […]
I have been getting to know Samantha, on a personal level the past few months. Dr. Samantha Rodman, is a clinical psychologist and dating coach originally from Brooklyn, NY and now practicing in Takoma Park, MD. She moved down there for grad school at UMD College Park and has not left. She has a husband and three young children and one betta fish.
I read her blog Dr. Psych Mom and follow her on Facebook and kept thinking, this woman is a genius. Not only does she know the struggles of motherhood but she gives you a way to handle it all with out going bat shit crazy. Plus her kids are adorable.
If you’ve been following along on Facebook and instagram then you know I have been updating my daughter’s room. It’s very expensive to completely redo a room. Especially for a kid. From getting a toddler bed, new bedding, decor and curtains, it adds up fast. […]
We try to go camping every year for my husbands birthday, it’s great to just get out into nature and take in the beauty. My favorite parts are drinking beer around the fire, drinking beer while eating s’mores, drinking beer while relaxing and well, drinking beer. Did […]
Old, over the hill, well versed, matured, seasoned, these are all words I won’t mind being called. Broken, aged, geriatric, impaired and fossil. Don’t even dare. I will use that tennis ball covered walker to knock you over the head. Ha, any other parents catch that Up reference?
I know that the year has just begun but I have learned something in my 26 years on this earth. Life is a fleeting beauty. Like a unicorn to never be seen again. Or that skimpy outfit and stripper heels you bought for your girls weekend in Vegas that has now been shoved away to make room for your mom jeans and flats. Yea, sad reminder of that tight tummy you used to adorn.
While I know in “Earth Years” I’m young, I sure as hell don’t feel that way. I definitely don’t act that way all the time. Sure, I will do the hokey pokey and turn it all about but only if these old joints let me. With an almost 2 year old on the move, I really need to bring my true youth back. Maybe drink less? Ok, screw that! I am about to enter the thunder dome of terrible 2’s with her. I should drink more. Plus I could drink a lot more when I was 22. What about exercising more? I do YouTube videos when I feel like my pants are a little tight. Maybe I should do them every day? Nah, I don’t want to walk like I have a stick up my butt for a month while I get rid of some atrophy.
Isn’t there some fountain that has youth flowing out of it? Look at Pharell, he either found the fountain or he is a vampire because the guy never ages!!!
I’m not afraid of getting old. Just that I have a few more things to do before I you know, become flower fertilizer. Funny for ya, I plan to be cremated and I want to be taken out to the middle of no where in a big field of flowers. Then I want my family to throw my ashes all around. I would love for the wind to pick up and blow me right back at them just for one last time to be a pain in their a… sides.
30 never seemed old to me before I had a kid. I was 12 the day my mom turned 30. But now when I turn 30, Audrey will have turned 5. Ugh, I will be 30 with a kindergartener. That is so not appealing. The man likes to joke (hope he’s joking) that he’s going to trade me in for a newer model. NEWER MODEL!? Just because my hind end can back up like a Buick doesn’t mean I am one.
Maybe I will just enjoy life as it is and worry about being 30 when it comes. Jake will get there before me any ways. I should beat him to it and trade him in… but for a super old guy because if I am going to be sleazy I may as well be a gold digger.
Time to enjoy being a delusional old fart.
I have the esteemed honor of having the amazingly talented Sara guest post on my blog today. She’s still very new to the world of blogging so we decided to sink or swim together. Sara is the writer at Happy and Humble. She is a […]
When we were kids and went to the store, we were told we better behave. If we didn’t, we’d get a spanking. Don’t you dare throw a fit over getting the off brand of cereal or mom will not be happy. When we went to our grandparents house, we’d run around the yard and play or we’d bake with Grandma.
I said I wouldn’t be one of those mom’s who uses the tv as a babysitter. Ha, broke that rule. Look, when you have to pee after drinking a big gulp then you gotta pee. It’s like a dam that needs to be turned on or the walls will break and flood the whole town. At first it was just a couple times and only for the bathroom breaks. Now, it’s, “Here’s some Sofia, mom’s gotta do laundry and doesn’t want it taking an hour with your help.” I don’t feel guilty and I don’t care if I’m judged. Have you seen my daughter? She’s so smart for not even being 2 yet.
Technology has been great! She is practicing her dance moves when the radio is on. Sad scene on her show and she gets sentimental. Funny and she laughs. It’s great that she’s able to read emotions like that. The kid is a social butterfly. Although I hate turning on the noise makers, the hand eye coordination she’s learned is amazing. Already, she folds her hands to pray at mass.
The world may stop spinning if we didn’t have our iPhone and Android phones. Okay, I know that’s not literal but I still don’t want to know life with out it because I may as well fly off the earth. For Christmas she was given a Sprout Channel Cubby Tablet. Have you seen those bad boys? My kid is smarter than Spock with that thing. Audrey had that thing figured out way before I did. It is an android tablet and can be in adult mode. She’s been practicing her letters and tracing already with it. I’m more excited about it than she is.
And here’s where I flip technology the bird. Remember how much fun we had as kids with a cardboard box? Well now those cardboard boxes are too small to get it and can only hold a 7″ tablet. My tiny terror has figured out how to turn on the tv, blu-ray and load her movies. Foolishly I got her a VTech preschooler video game console and it has a mic for singing. She got it all on and turned the volume up to window shaking heights. Then proceeded to scream in the mic and bang it on the entertainment center.
If we tell her it’s time to turn off the Cubby, legs start thrashing. I feel like I’m in Moby Dick and am ready to go down with the ship. Her dad says someone just released the cracken. Pretty damn close, sheesh.
So what to do? I’m being a terrible influence by being on my computer and phone constantly due to writing. She looks at me like, you hypocritical butthead! Didn’t know a little kid could make that face, scary. Oh wait, she got that one from me. Maybe I should smile at her dad when he’s getting chewed out. Okay, back to the problem. Technology has become such an amazing time saver on so many things. Yet it has also become such an amazing time waster.
Since the world is ran on technology I guess I’m going to have to flip myself the bird and say get over it! Guess I will hide the remotes and Cubby in the mean time.
As I am searching for onions, I start hearing this screeching noise, followed closely by a loud, “Gah, what ever! You know I don’t eat the plain kind!” Geeze, apparently she doesn’t eat the plain kind of something. I’m getting distracted by the yelling and […]