We lost the boy at Disney, Again

I know.  Losing your child once at a location can happen to anybody.  But losing them a second time takes a special kind of person.  Or family in this case.

I would like to point out up front that neither this loss nor the first one were in any way due to neglect.  I don’t need anybody reporting us to Family Services. We have an overly energetic, highly intelligent, boy who takes great pleasure in making his parents look like lunatics.  Seriously. Continue reading

Stop Slamming the Door!

No!  You can’t make me do it!  SLAM

I hate you!  SLAM

I don’t want to go to my room!  SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

Maybe it’s just us, but door slamming has from time to time been a serious issue in our house.  My kids have each at different points in their lives felt that this was the ultimate way to inform their father and me of their intense displeasure about a given situation. So I decided to find a solution. Continue reading

Lost

I lost my right arm.

I mean, I didn’t ACTUALLY lose my right arm.  But I did lose my phone and that’s basically the same thing, right?

Most of us have put our phone down somewhere, started an activity, and then forgotten exactly where we put our phone.  This usually happens at home when you’re trying to cook dinner, wash clothes, feed the dog, and prevent your kids from killing each other all at the same time.  Typically once things have calmed down you find your phone hiding in plain sight or maybe stuck in your back pocket. Worst case, you borrow your husband’s or child’s phone and call your phone.  And as long as the ringer is turned on that will work.

I lost my phone at dinner.  At a restaurant. That was basically empty.   Continue reading

Common Denominator

What do coconut oil, nail polish, Nerds and nose bleeds have in common?  No this is not a convoluted word problem. And those are candy Nerds not smart people.

Give up?  The answer = a 4 year old boy.  

Yes.  After a relatively nice dinner with friends we came home to what at first seemed to be a quiet house.  I was excited to think that the boy might actually be in bed, asleep. And then I noticed that the sitter was not immediately visible.  This should have been my first clue but I continued in my delusion and assumed that all was well and she was just upstairs checking on the little prince.  This bliss lasted for about 10 more seconds and then the sitter came around the corner and seemed out of breath. Uh-Oh. Continue reading