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create an art gallery for your child

i’m sure the very last thing on your child’s Christmas list is art. in fact, it’s not there at all. i know, i know. but beau chic print shop has some pretty cool prints that i think would fit nicely in any child’s room.

this lion is my favorite of them all!

lionnamedparkerlimited edition “lion named parker” print, $19

dreambigdream big little one, $11

thinkandwonderthink and wonder, $11

tothemooni love  you to the moon, $11

youaremysunshineyou are my sunshine, $11.  i think this one is pretty special too! i remember singing this song to dutch in the hospital after he was born. awwwwwww!!! haha…




here i stand: the worst mama on the planet


life is way beyond stressful right now. there’s constant job hunting and general frustration over that, my dear husband has (understandably) added home searching into the mix, opportunities have come up that need to be weighed…heavily. i have a million ideas of what i could be doing, but i’m in such a frazzled state that i can think of two million reasons why they won’t work.

bills keep coming in as sure as the sun rises, ankle biter football has become more of a stress point in my life than i would’ve ever imagined. who knew? maybe i’ll post on that later. and of course the regular ol’ day-to-day stuff that keeps my mind spinning.


so last thursday i treated the day like any other school day. got dutch up and ironed his clothes, made his lunch. walked the dog. dropped dutch off at school. you know, the regular routine stuff. it was only when i picked him up that i noticed the big, flashing notice on that electronic sign that sits in front of the school building that said:


wait. i thought to myself. is today wednesday or thursday? surely i did NOT forget freakin’ picture day!

i mean, really? who does that?

me obviously.

not only did i forget to make sure that my child looked extra snazzy that day for his second grade picture, but daggone it, the picture order form was right there on my dining table. blank. no enclosed check or nothing.

things like this usually get dutch all upset and bothered. he’s usually all, “mooooom!! you forgot?! how did you forget??” i mean, it’s not often that i forget the important stuff, but when i do (like the time i left his lunch on the counter and sent him off to school without it and he ended up having a bag of popcorn for lunch. *sigh*) he’s pretty good at giving me all kinds of guilt trips. and i take it ’cause he’s right.

so i walked over to him on the playground all worried that he’d be disappointed and started apologizing immediately. do they even let kids take a picture if they’re not paying for them? will his picture even be in the yearbook that dutch so looks forward to getting every year? i wasn’t sure. but dutch said that he did at least take the picture. whew! it wasn’t like he had to sit in the classroom alone while all of his classmates lined up with their shiny picture-taking outfits, waving good-bye to him like he was the broke kid whose parents couldn’t at least afford the $20 picture packet.

thank goodness.

and it’s not like picture day is a one shot deal either. even if they don’t have a make-up day, they do have personality picture day closer to the end of the school year so all is not lost.

but still.

how did i let this slip by? dutch, surprisingly, didn’t make much of a fuss about it although i’m sure he will once the pictures come in and he doesn’t have any. and i’m sure this sounds like not such a big deal to a lot of folks, but i typically pride myself on being on top of these sorta things.

it’s not that we NEED another picture. in fact, dutch just had football pictures taken recently and i’m constantly snappin’ new pics of dutch. it’s just the principle of it all. like, how in the world could i have forgotten about picture day? my mother would’ve never.

i think parents often feel pangs of guilt over stuff they shoulda woulda coulda done and this was definitely one of those moments for me. i know if i wasn’t feeling so stressed all the daggone time i would’ve remembered. forgetting picture day was a huge reminder that i need to slow down a bit. pay closer attention to things that matter. shut out some of the clutter and buzz-y crap that’s swimming around in my mind.

do better.

hopes & dreams for 1st grade

when dutch went to kindergarten last year his teacher had them write their hopes and dreams for their first year of school. dutch said he wanted to make new friends. not necessarily an academic goal, but okay. it’s his first year. whatever. so when i went to back-to-school night recently i saw that his 1st grade teacher had them do the same thing. some kids said they wanted to learn to read better, write better…here’s what my child wrote:

there you have it. my child hopes to have electronic day which happens about twice a year in his aftercare program (not in class) when the children get to bring in their leapsters, nintendo ds’s, etc.

was i disappointed? hecky no! because my child did a mighty fine job sounding out electronic, even though he totally missed the “e” in electronic. who knows, maybe he’ll be an engineer someday or something.

the vacationless vacation

i had an entire week off (yayyyyyyyy!!) with my 5-year-old (enter sighs and plenty pity here).

don’t get me wrong. i love love love spending time with the little one, but an entire week with an energetic half-decade old little boy means there was little rest to be had. and i needed rest. a lot. still do.

all throughout the week there were the endless questions and requests from dutch:

“mommy, can i have a popsicle?!” (at 9am, every morning.)

“mommy, can i play another video game?” (after playing 5 others for about 2 minutes.)

“mommy, can we go to the pool? the sun is out so i think it’s hot outside.” (in december. in the dc area.)

bang bang banging on the door while i was in the bathroom.

me: dutch, i’ve told you about banging on the door while i’m in the bathroom.

dutch: i’m not banging, i’m knocking because i have a question.

me: (sighing. again. for the zillionith time because some things just aren’t worth arguing.) what’s your question, dutch?

dutch: how old is God?

me: He’s an infinite age, dutch.

dutch: oh, i just wondering since His birthday was the other day.

yep. this is the kind of stuff i get from my kid all the time. it’s good. i’m glad he’s a thinker and all that. but geez louise, sometimes it’s plain ol’ exhausting. that’s why it’s good to break up all that thinkin’ with some kind of brainless activity. like going to the air & space museum. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, right?

well, he hated it.

dutch started complaining as soon as we stepped in the building. then after walking around for about 2 minutes he said, “mom, i thought you said you were taking me to the most fun place ever?? (’cause yes, i have to admit that this is how i described the place.) this place isn’t fun! where are the video games?!”

i’m like, video games?? boy, don’t you see that space shuttle over there??

he wasn’t impressed.  actually, i wasn’t either. it didn’t seem as fun as it was when i was a kid, but it was his first time. he was supposed to be excited!! but he wasn’t. deflated my lil’ balloon, but whatever.

see, what he really wanted to do that day was go to the mall. to play in a play area that his daycare provider used to take him to. oh, and to ride a “roller coaster.” i told him i’d take him the next day.

i had no idea what roller coaster he was talking about. i mean, really? a roller coaster? in the mall? but after pointing out exactly what entrance we should park near, and pointing to the exact door we should walk through, he walked right down the hall to this…

this simulated roller coaster video game that cost me 4 quarters and lasted for about 1.25 minutes. if that. apparently, this is waaaaaay more exciting than some ol’ lame air & space museum.

we then made our way over to the play area where kids were running around shoeless and fancy free. squealing and screaming as i’m sure no parents allow in their homes. this area, dead center of the mall, was an absolute wonderland to these children. they chased each other around, jumped up on fake wooden logs, tripped and fell on the padded floor and had a grand ol’ time.

when we were walking out of the mall dutch said, “that was soooooo awesome!!”

yeah, the mall play area.

dutch puttin’ his arch nemesis on blast (well, sorta)…in a rap

there’s a kid that goes to school with my son dutch and he’s been terrorizing some of the kids in dutch’s aftercare program. this kid is either in the 5th or 6th grade, and dutch is 5 years old and in kindergarten. but don’t worry…we’ve told dutch how to handle him. 😉

anyway, i asked dutch recently how school was going, and here’s his response:

there’s a video issue… trying to work it out. sorry!

boys & bumps & bruises…for real

little kids fall…a lot. they get bumps and bruises, cuts and scrapes. it’s just a part of their little lives, i guess. dutch is no different. the other day he was playing football in the living room. as if he’s supposed to be doing that anyway. he was running (in a space that’s not really big enough for running, mind you) when he fell and bumped the back of his ear…but not on his ear, his head…on the coffee table.

oh, there was blood and many tears. the cut wasn’t too big. about a half inch but it looked kinda deep. you know, i could see a little white meat. and y’all know about the white meat, right?

so i called his doctor’s office and the nurse told me that if it wasn’t in a place where i’d be worried about a scar then i should just put some neosporin and a band-aid on it.

cool. i had already pulled that stuff out anyway.

the following day i noticed there was still a little bit of swelling so dutch and i had a little conversation about it.

mama: ooooo, buddy, this looks swollen still. does it hurt?

dutch: yeah.

mama: was it hurting all day?

dutch: yeah, it was hurting in class and it was hurting in after care too.

mama: oh really?! [i’m getting a little concerned at this point.] well, maybe we need to go to the doctor.

dutch: no, mommy! it doesn’t hurt, really. ask me again. i’ll tell you that for real it doesn’t hurt.

gettin’ our pumpkin carvin’ on at school

okay, so i’m not going to fake like this lovely pumpkin carvin’ evening at dutch’s school started off all honky dorey. (did i spell that right?) ’cause it didn’t. dutch got way cranky and we almost didn’t make pumpkin carvin’ night at all. but we all tucked our funky attitudes under our chins (we were a grumpy bunch) and headed over to the event.

and well…i’m glad we did. 🙂