Tag Archives: Maddy

My House My Rules

Can you guess what this is?   It’s blue gray yarn. Maddy found it in our gigantic stash of craft supplies. It’s tangled. It’s balled up. It’s a dog. Complete with it’s own leash. But you probably saw that when you looked at it. Maddy did. I did not. Meet Soflo, or patchar or girdy…. Continue Reading

TV

Dear Daughter, I know that that box filled with lights, colors and sounds is your favorite form of entertainment. After all what could be better than starring absent mindedly at the TV for periods of your day. Lately I’ve noticed a few things about you and TV. At times after watching TV your mood is… Continue Reading

My Little Day Laborers

3-year-old-girls clearing snow? I laugh in the face of child labor laws. Lets just be honest here. What mom doesn’t want her flower beds and lawn shoveled? I’m not a slave driver. I would give them work breaks if it wasn’t so much work to even get them so sit down…. Continue Reading

These Boots Were Made for… Everything?

Maddy received a very unexpected and very adorable gift for Christmas. A couple of months ago my grandma came across some snow boots at a garage sale. They were bright pink and purple and only a couple of bucks so we snatched them up. Since then Maddy has worn those boots pretty much everywhere with… Continue Reading

Polished

I figured something out. Maddy calls me Mama when she is being sweet. Tonight while sitting in my room at my brand new (!) desk trying to get caught up on life Maddy rounded the corner and in her sweet little girl voice says “Mama, I wanna put polish on my nails. Can we polish… Continue Reading

My Halloween Pumpkin Parenting Fail

Just like the parenting manual told us we took Maddy to the pumpkin patch this year. We also let her push the wheel barrow. Pushing a wheel barrow wasn’t in the parenting manual but we improvised. We let her search her way through the field of pumpkins looking for her favorite one. Making sure to… Continue Reading

5 letters

My days, just as any mom’s, are full of ups and downs. The kids listen. The kids don’t listen. The kids fight. The kids play happily. The kids cry. The kids giggle. At the age of three it seems that a lot of what I say doesn’t actually grab Maddy’s attention. I begin to feel… Continue Reading