Taking Matters Into My Own Hands

Well, now that I’ve let the cat out of the bag about Miss Mouse … Ok, that was funny! I typed it before I even realized how it might sound. I’m cracking myself up. I know, I know. Easily entertained. It’s a contagious condition I got from my boys. Everyone knows that boys are easily entertained. Passing gas entertains them. { read more… }

Miss Mouse Mimics Me

Here’s how the story started. It was about three weeks before Christmas. I received a text from Cameron. Cameron: mom what do you want for christmas (Please note: The lack of capitals and punctuation is all him.) Me (replying to Cameron and adding Logan to the text): An iHome dock for my iPhone/iPad and a fancy mouse. Logan: what the { read more… }

Only Because I Love Them So Much!

I think I learned early on… actually, very early on… actually from the very day my first child was born… that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for my boys. I mean, after all…I’ve been spit up on and pooped on. I’ve cleaned up vomit. I’ve stayed up all night to help finish a school project (maybe even when I { read more… }