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Which superhero are you?

That was the semi-random question asked on the way home from guitar/voice lessons the other night. Only semi-random because, being the nerdy family we are, we’re regularly debating things such as “what superpower would you want,” “who would win in a fight” (hint: always Superman), and other *super* issues. The 11yo (Boy Genius) instigated this …

Failing at Life

Foreword: In recent years, I’ve been trying to “watch my language.” I really try to limit my use of curse words. You know, because the whole “don’t let evil come out of your mouth” thing; and because I know my kids are listening and it’s hard to discourage them from using bad words when momma’s …

The Fun Parent

This week marks what has become an annual occurrence that I call “Kidcation.” The kids get a vacation from cleaning their rooms, milking goats, feeding animals and doing other chores; and they get to spend a week with their Mema, where the order of the day is as much fun as possible, as little “no” …

It’s In Her Genes

Of all the traits we pass on to our children, some may make us cringe in shame while others make us cry out with joy. This week I had what you might call a “proud mama” moment; well, only if you’re from the South, I suppose. Fair warning: I’m about to brag on my kid. …

Girls Are Mean

“Girls are mean.” That’s what I told the Girl when she called me at 1 a.m. from the New Year’s Eve sleepover she was having “so much fun” at. She said she didn’t want to come home, but she wasn’t feeling very comfortable with the “drama” that some of the other girls were creating. Now …

Kidcation 2012

It should probably be called “momcation” but kidcation is what I used last year, and I’m nothing if not consistent. So the kids left yesterday with Pepa to travel back to Alabama to stay with Mema for their annual visit. This time for two weeks. All three kids gone for two weeks. No kids for …

It’s Good To Have Goals

It’s good to have goals, right? The Girl (11yo) recently decided to become a vegetarian. Now for someone like me, who believes the definition of a “good meal” is a medium rare filet mignon (“Give it to us raw – and wriggling!”), this whole thing is odd to me. But I’m trying to be supportive. She and …

Embarrassing My Children

I’ve been concerned lately about respecting the privacy of my kids. I don’t mean privacy as in knowing what’s in their rooms or checking my daughter’s text message history. I’ve got no problem with that. What I mean is whether their lives are open books to the world, i.e., blog fodder. See, almost daily, something …

First Day of School

I’m sitting on the cold, hard floor of the hallway outside Wonder Boy’s pre-K classroom. And I’ve been on hold with DirecTV for at least 15 minutes. See, Wonder Boy’s only here for an hour today (starts full days tomorrow), so I thought I’d be more productive (and save gas) if I just waited here …

#kidcation11

The kids are at Mema’s for a week. A whole week. We’ve been doing this for the last few summers – I think ever since we moved from Alabama to Texas in 2006 – one or all of them spending a week each with her and working in a week where all three of them …

Would you like some whine with that?

We’ll be leaving for “vacation” shortly.  If I’d said that aloud, I would have absolutely wiggled my fingers to indicate air quotes.  That’s because I keep arguing with Bryan about this not being a real vacation for me.  Don’t get me wrong. It should be fun.  We’re going to his 20-year high school reunion (yeah, …

Lessons for a Supermom

“Lessons for a supermom,” Boy Genius sounded out from the cover of a book. “Lessons for a supermom?” he repeated, this time questioning either himself or the bookcover. “Mommy?” “What?” “What is this ‘lessons for a supermom’?” “A book.” I couldn’t help myself. No wonder he’s a smart-alec. “No,” he huffed. “I know that.” Pause. …

Kidless

Becoming a mother changes everything … your priorities, your perspective, your hopes and fears, your body, your ability to pee in private … . And that last one is important (other than for obvious reasons) because suddenly you never go anywhere alone. Now, there might be those few and far between moments where you steal …