Hey Mama......Check out these scenarios: 2 friends try out for a sports team. 2 friends try out for a play. 2 friends take the same exam. The other girl, not yours, makes the team, gets the role and aces her exam. Are you happy for her? Is your girl happy for her? Do you have any resentment or a bit of jealously?
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Me: "What is in his pants?" "Is that?" "Why is her shirt almost at her boobs?" Still Me: "Is she trying to get a deal wth Sports Illustrated SwimSuit Edition." I just can't. So I want to share my story with all of this in the hopes of helping just one mama and daughter out there. We have been trying social media and I HATE IT. For me, I'd rather just not let them have it. But then my "brother from another mother" (joke!) said to me: "Here's the thing Nicole, go through it with her. G
"They are perfect," I say in a stern voice making eye contact with the nurse practitioner. She turns her computer my way to look at her fancy growth chart graphs and I repeat in a different way, "Looks like they are exactly where they are suppose to be!" She looks at me and gets my "subtle" hint. You see, I don't care what those charts say. I H-A-T-E those charts. Any of you feel the same? Rewind 30+ years ago. Every year, the Dr. would say the same thing to my mother, "Lorraine, the c
I can still hear my mom singing that song to me. I was a Brownie and I can remember sitting in the church basement for my meeting with my little brown dress and bonnet with those bobby pins dug into my head because my hair was so thin. (On a side note, one year I sold the most cookies, I forgot what I won but I knocked on every door and my mom delivered every single last box with me. I had bragging rights that year.) Here's a huge lesson I want for my daughter: We will not do "Flavor o
Original rules we set as parents:
You can forget your homework once and I will bring it but then that's it, after that, you are out of luck.
Forgot your shoes for practice?...too bad, run barefoot. (this actually...
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! Can you believe this freaking happened? Picture it, Anthony, 10:39pm, our room on a school night, antagonizing Gino and Paul is furious. I let it go because I know in a few years I will miss this. 3 Years and Anthony is off to college. And if you know goofy Anthony, you know that he is freaking hysterical. I mean so funny that when even when Paul and G are mad at him they can't help but break out into a laugh!
So..... Let me get this straight... YOU think I am not girly enough because I like sports, my hair is short, I have a strong personality, wear a hat when I workout, and love to lift. You think I should be more feminine.
“Don’t you dare give anyone the gun" Wait! Hold up! As usual this is an inappropriate statement so let me re-phrase this: "Don't you dare give anyone the pen to write the ending to your story”… For the hour, For the day, For the year and for your life.
Dear Standardized Learning Test, I am a bit frustrated with you right now. In fact, I am furious. I really don’t get what you are trying to do. Scare the teachers out of their jobs? Give kids test taking anxiety? Or, strip students of self-confidence? Yes, I am a disgruntled parent and let me tell you why. It’s 2019. Wake up! The world we live in today is crazy! In the classrooms you want the teachers to connect, empower, grow and elevate these young minds. Then you flip a switch and BAM……. y
I grabbed my head and started to cry and thought, "Oh NO! He is me, I gave him that gene." That gene where you are a disorganized adult. Also the "Squirrel Gene." That's how my co-worker explained it yesterday and I was like...YES!!! You nailed it, that's me! I have the Squirrel Gene. I think we were meant to work together! See, squirrel, I got off track! I was NOT going upstairs (I was in the gym) until the yelling ended. Ok, screaming! It was 6:25am and he's gonna miss his bus. I appare