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Today my son is five years old.

Just like that, he went from sweet infant to rambunctious boy.

He’s imaginative, energetic, happy, loving, and curious.

He’s stubborn, messy, overly dramatic, loud, and inquisitive.

I love all those things about him. All of those qualities mean that he can infuriate me like no one else but also melt my heart the very next instant.


Happy Birthday, GMan!!


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Depends on what your definition of whining is.

img_3047GMan was recently whining one morning about something, I wasn’t even sure what it was he was whining about so I said, “What are you whining about?” He stopped, sighed and said, “Nothing.”

Ah! So he admits it!

Then he immediately followed that up with, “That’s not whining, that just me trying to wake up!”

I think this one may turn out to be a politician!

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Interview with a child

img_2535GMan – age 4

1. What is something mom always says to you? – No. (ouch!)

2. What makes mom happy? – Loving you (Aw!)

3. What makes mom sad? – When you can’t cook because you’re sick (yeah, I cry crocodile tears over that!)

4. How does your mom make you laugh? – By tickling me

5. What did your mom like to do when she was a child? – play

6. How old is your mom? – 6

7. How tall is your mom? – 6 inches long

8. What is her favorite thing to do? – work (ouch, again!)

9. What does your mom do when you’re not around? – cook

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for? – a girl fire fighter (do I get to wear pink boots & a hat ?)

11. What is your mom really good at? – magic tricks (um, what?)

12. What is your mom not very good at? – going to a restaurant (I never did learn my table manners.)

13. What does your mom do for her job? – working

14. What is your mom’s favorite food? – spaghetti

15. What makes you proud of your mom? – Because you love me

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be? – a pirate (Aargh!)

17. What do you and your mom do together? – snuggle up while we’re watching a movie

18. How are you and your mom the same? – we love each other

19. How are you and your mom different? – we have different hair

20. How do you know your mom loves you? – you hug and kiss me

21. What does your mom like most about your dad? – hugging & kissing (boom chicka wow wow)

22. Where is your mom’s favorite place to go? – to the Y (bwahahahaha!)

Thanks to Sarah and Kat for this interview!


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I told him to clean up his legos.

legos on the floor

But why put them in the bucket when you can slide them in?


See! Isn’t this fun?

this is fun!

How many can go down?

how many can go down the slide?

Four year old ingenuity


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A Menu of Ailments

glamour MaliaBoth of our children have wonderful, active imaginations. Pretend play has been a staple in their early childhood years. With JBelle it was acting out scenes from her favorite movies, which was funny because….

JBelle to me: “Mommy, you be Belle and I’ll be Gaston” or “Mommy, you be Analise and I’ll be Preminger”

…she always wanted to be the bad guy!

The GMan, on the other hand, is all about occupations. He likes to pretend he is working in an industry. His current obsession is all things emergency services related. We spend many days being fire chiefs, police officers and occasionally ambulance drivers. His other favorite is playing “restaurant”. He’s the server and we’re the guests. We get to order from an often unpredictable menu of options. It’s not uncommon to order something from his restaurant only for him to come back and sadly inform us that they are “out” of said item.

Then the other day, he happened upon a clipboard that I wasn’t using. He put a piece of paper in it, got a crayon and set up his own little desk in the kitchen. (The recycling bin is his desk and a cooler that is sitting beside it is his chair.) We even made a “name plate” for him and taped it to the desk.

So, I’m sitting at my desk, working on the computer when he comes up to me with his clipboard and asks me what I have on his “menu”. Since I’m used to the restaurant game, I start ordering food. “No, not food Mommy! What do you have? Aches, pains, chills, headache, hot flashes?”

Hot flashes? Did he really just say hot flashes?

Apparently we’re now playing doctor! He gave me his “card” with his phone number on it and a phone (wooden block) to call him at the hospital whenever I needed him. So every few minutes I would pick up my phone (wooden block) and dial his office to complain of an ailment. Fortunately, this doctor makes house calls and is actually a miracle worker because each of my diseases and sufferings were immediately cured by either an imaginary pill or what may possibly have been a voodoo hex. But since I still have only one head, none of my toes have fallen off and my eyes aren’t orange, I pretty sure that was all just make believe!

Though I’m still puzzled over the hot flashes.


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Nobody Loves You Like Your Mommy

glamour MaliaGMan asked, “Where are we going when we wake up in the morning?” (This is a daily, sometimes hourly question from him. He must know what’s on the agenda for each day.)

I replied that we would be going to the bank, the grocery store and possibly Target.

There’s a Krispy Kreme near our bank and we occasionally stop for donuts after our bank stop. I knew what question was coming next…

“Can we go to the Donut Den after we go to the bank?”  (He calls all donut stores “Donut Den” which is actually in Green Hills and not even close to our bank.)

To which I answered, “No, I’m sorry, we’re not going to get donuts tomorrow.”

Hmmph. (from the backseat)

“Well, I wish you weren’t my mommy!”

“Really? Well, that’s too bad. Good luck with that!”

Silence, then…

“I really wish you weren’t my mommy!”

“I see. Well then, who’s going to make your lunch?”


“Who’s going to tie your shoes?”


“Who’s going to wash your underwear?”


“And who’s going to make you oatmeal chocolate chip cookies?”


Contemplative silence…

“No. Daddy will get tired of doing all that and send you back here!”

(Very astute observation young man!)

“You can still be my mommy.”

Just try and stop me!

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Mr. Encouragement

glamour MaliaLately it seems that there are more things that are frustrating about GMan than ever before. I was hoping that with his 4th birthday, the treacherous threes would abate and we’d have an easier time with managing his behavior.

Didn’t happen.

But underneath the tantrums and stubbornness and strong-will is a very sweet, little boy who is always encouraging us in everything we do.

I make dinner, he says “Good job making dinner, Mommy!”

DB mends a broken toy, he says “Good job fixing that toy, Daddy!”

JBelle emits a rather impressive burp, he says “Great burping, JBelle!”

He also, no less than a dozen times a day, will come to me, give me a hug then look up to me with the sweetest little con artist face and say, “I love you, Mommy!” Of course, my heart melts and if he’s been particularly naughty right before doing this I have to make sure that I don’t relent in any forthcoming punishments.

Lately he’s been known as Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde around here. He can change demeanor and emotions on a dime, throwing a tantrum of monumental proportions only to get up, smile through tears and pick-up right where he was before the tantrum. It’s simultaneously perplexing, infuriating and amusing.

But he’s still my sweet boy!


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The Missed Adventures of Freddy the Frog

blissfulchicks_cropA popular teaching tool among young child educators is the “class pet” or “class toy”. Sometimes it’s a live animal such as a turtle or snake or hamster. Each child gets a chance to take the pet home for the weekend, care for it and bring it back to school the next week. In other cases, it’s a toy like a stuffed animal.

The latter was the scenario for us last Thursday as I picked-up GMan from preschool.  I peeked into his bag and there was “Freddy the Frog”, a cute, green, stuffed frog who was coming home with us to share in our family’s adventures. Freddy had previously gone home with children who had taken him to parties, to restaurants, even to the polling booth for early voting! (Tangent….hmmm, who would Freddy have voted for?)

Unfortunately, Freddy found our family at the most inopportune time. I was sick. DB was out of town, at least until late that evening. We stopped at our usual afterschool hangout but I was in such a haze that I didn’t even think to have GMan pull Freddy out to join us. I don’t believe Freddy even left the backpack until the next day.

Oh, and the next day, actually that day and the two that followed it, I was either in my bed or on the couch. And DB was fairly preoccupied with making sure that the kids and I were adequately taken care of. Then there was the unfortunate throwing episode Friday night. GMan had rescued Freddy from his confines only to start tossing the poor, cuddly amphibian up in air and letting him land splat on the floor. When we told GMan to cease such behavior, he chucked Freddy across the room where he landed on top of the laundry pile. GMan promptly lost his “Freddy priviledges” and poor Freddy was once more confined to the back pack.

I have to back up a bit and explain that Freddy comes home with a book. Each family writes down their adventures with Freddy, complete with pictures. Monday came and we had not had one single adventure with said frog. Much less a photo op. So I called the teacher and explained our illness & discipline related dilemma. She encouraged us to keep Freddy a couple more days with the hopes that I would be feeling better and that GMan had learned his lesson about how we treat our friends.

Clearly Freddy’s middle name is Murphy.

To his credit, the GMan did well with his second chance. I, however, did not. Still sick and using what little energy I had to get my editing work done and to make sure that the we could still find the kitchen and have clean underwear, I was in no condition to contrive any “adventures”. This is what GMan and Freddy did:

Hung out


Played games on the Internet




If you’ve kept up with me this far, well thanks, I appreciate it! We’re up to Wednesday night now. The frog and the boy have been best buds for 48 hours. The book, well, it’s still blank. When we arrived home from church, I hastily pulled out the camera and clicked off a few photos. Yes, that means the above photos were all staged and taken within 10 minutes. After everyone had been put to bed, I downloaded the photos and quickly printed out a few of them. But what to write?

Dear Miss “A”‘s class. GMan’s family is boring and the boy will probably be a baseball pitcher one day judging from the fast pitch he used when he threw me across the living room. Also, woe to the next family who gets me, you’ll probably end up getting typhoid fever.

Um, no.

Well, I did what needed to be done. I sugar coated the truth! I pretended like Thur-Sun didn’t happen and we started over with Monday. Freddy came to stay with our family at a very opportune time because he proved a faithful companion while Daddy had to take care of Mommy. Our lack of exotic outings allowed Freddy to rest from his previous adventures and just spend time getting to know GMan. Freddy was exposed to numerous learning opportunites while he played on the PBS Kids website with GMan. And Freddy really hopes that Mommy gets better soon!

Now you have, as Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story!


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A Pirate Birthday

pirate ladySo lately it’s been “a pirate’s life for us” around here. For Halloween we were pirates, well 3/4 of us were. And GMan wanted a pirate themed birthday. So we happily obliged. Yarrr!

The Cake

pirate cake

(No, I didn’t make it, it’s from Publix.)

Make a wish

make a wish

Have map, will plunder

treasure map

It be treasure! Yarrr!

treasure chest

What do you spy, eh?


I believe a fun time was had by all. We tried to do some games & crafts inside but we should have known better. They just wanted to eat cake and to play. We probably could have done the whole thing outside since it turned out to be very pretty day. Oh, well. Live and learn.


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First Day of Preschool

Today we started the traditional “first day of school picture on the front porch” with The GMan.

He such a handsome feller!

Like his sister before him, when his turn came in the drop off line, he was out the door and headed to class with hardly a glance over his shoulder or a, “Good-bye” for me.

And so it begins…


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