The one downside of having a talkative kid is that nearly every meal becomes Chatty Hour. And I kid you not — an hour at the table is not unusual for him. So you see why my blood pressure rises when I only have 30 minutes to get breakfast in him before preschool. Only 30 minutes. I’m sweating just thinking about it.
Archive for February, 2010
Last week when I picked Kellan up from preschool, his teacher handed me a still wet painting (yes, wet paint — like I want wet paint in my car) that Kellan made for me. At the top, the teacher had written Kellan’s title for the piece, and a quote…
It’s been a total blast to be back at work at my old job. I can’t say it enough. After all, it’s a job I really didn’t want to leave. And even though I am relieved and grateful that I took the plunge into stay-at-home mom life, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the newsroom. I spent eight years of my life at that place, and 10 years in the news industry. How could I not miss it?
Ever heard of stosrage?
I hadn’t either until I came across this real estate flyer. If you look closely, stosrage is clearly listed as one of the home’s “Fabulous Features.” Hmm….stosrage doesn’t sound too fabulous to me. In fact, it sounds a little violent and a lot scary.
Finally! I’m implementing a meal plan this week! It’s not always easy, of course. Sometimes when I have a minute to run to the grocery store, I’m doing so without any sort of idea what we might eat the following week. But this time, I gave it a little thought. Yay.
Now I’m starting to remember how I felt when I was working. Mind you, I’m only working 20 hours a week right now. So I really can’t complain because there are PLENTY of working moms who balance it all and still manage to stay sane and wear matching socks on a daily basis.
I must preface this post with an apology of sorts. I know I am a Boise native. I know I should love and adore Boise State University. After all, I was born in a hospital less than 5 minutes away from campus. This seems to be more reason than many BSU lovers have for their [...]
Before I became a mom, I had no idea there was a hideous, spiteful, snarky movement afoot in the mothering world.
Well, looky here. It just so happens that Monday’s “Embarrassing. Just so embarrassing” post was the top link of the day over at Treasured Valley.
So much for grocery store greetings. Kellan has a whole new way to pass the time in grocery stores or drugstores. He makes me turn beet red from embarrassment.
Now that I’m getting back to work for a while, I’m once again relying on my slow cooker. It’s my way of making sure Kellan and Michael eat somewhat decently while I’m away. Otherwise, left to their own devices, there’s a fair amount of restaurant take-out and macaroni & cheese that gets served at the dinner table.