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Browsing Tag: out of the mouths of babes

Is That a Blaster in Your Pocket, Or You Just Happy to See Me?

We’re in Target, all four of us, me and the kids, because I’m an insane person who doesn’t think to go shopping when two out of the three are in school. I push my cart, with Cian wedged into the front basket, even though he’s grown so big for it he kind of looks like Andre the Giant, if Andre the Giant were to ever try to sit in a Target shopping cart. But when you’re an insane person who thinks it’s a bright idea to take all three kids to Target after two of them have been sitting in classes all day, it’s nice to have common sense enough to at least keep one of them restrained, even if it is with a strap that’s so small the buckle is wedged somewhere inside the kid’s armpit. So, Insane Mother with her three kids go trudging down an aisle, somewhere between home goods (“MOM. Can I get this?” “No.” “What about this?” “No.” “MOM. Can–” “NO.”) and the toilet…

Who Needs a Baby Book?

If this blog were a person you’d meet on a playground somewhere, you’d never, ever become friends with it because it never stops yammering about its kids, and we all know how annoying that gets. But this blog, thankfully for me, isn’t a person, it’s a fancy internet journal thing, which means that I can yammer away ALL I WANT, because I can’t see you rolling your eyes.  Ha ha! And a mama bragger is born. I find myself jotting down the kid-ish stuff that falls out of our girls’ mouths. A lot of it ends up on Facebook or Twitter (or both, at the same time, because I’m lazy with my social media like that) because OH MY GOSH, my family and friends and random classmates from the 7th grade absolutely have to hear this, but I wanted a place that was more permanent (and easier to read, because have you ever tried to find an old post on your FB wall? Yeah, I know). That, and my children (like yours, of course) are so stinking adorable you just have to see what they say…