Tuesday, December 30, 2014

What My Kids Are Reading #7

Snapped a picture on the way to returning it to the library.

You know when your kid discovers a movie or a TV show and they LOVE it so you watch it over and over and over and OVER again.


You guys know what I'm talking about.

"Mom, can we watch so and so?"

"Mom, if we eat all our dinner can we watch so and so?"

"Can we please watch a little of so and so before we go to bed?"

So if it is something like "The Backyardigans", "Amazing World of Gumball" or "Caillou".


It makes you want to pull your hair out.


Every once and a while, my kids will stumble upon a real gem - a diamond in the rough, if you will.

For us, these movies are How To Train Your Dragon and How To Train Your Dragon 2.

In my opinion, these movies are the best kids movies out there. Heck, they are just good movies period!

When I discovered that they were based on a series of books, I knew we just had to check them out.

They are chapter books written as Hiccup's memoirs. There are a series of 8 books in all.

This was our first chapter book so I wasn't sure if the kids would like them.

My 4 year old will sometimes listen but my 6 year old loves them! He listens intently and always wants me to read a little more so we can see what happens next.

At bedtime, I usually read two picture books for the little one before delving into the chapter book for the bigger one.

They are slightly different than the movies but still very funny, adventurous and LOTS of dragons.

If you are looking to introduce your child to chapter books, The How To Train Your Dragon Series is a great place to start.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

What I Learned From Watching The Hobbit Movies

Tuesday, I ventured into society to watch the latest Hobbit Movie, The Battle Of The Five Armies.

This movie was nothing short of amazing.

I laughed. I cried. I lusted.




What I mean to say is that I learned a lot from watching these movies.

It's true.

And because I love you so much, I am going to impart my wisdom to you.

No please.

There is no need to thank me.

So without further ado...

What I Learned From Watching The Hobbit Movies:

1. Golem is terrifying. I've seen a lot of scary stuff. In fact, I LOVE horror movies. Vampires? Love 'em. Werwolves? Adore 'em. Zombies? One Word - Daryl. *Drops mic.* But Golem?! *Shudders.* He seriously scares the feces right out of me. Gives me nightmares. I'm not sure what it is about that bald, green thing, but he TERRIFIES me. "My precious." Ack! Now, I'm never going to sleep tonight.

2. Legolas is one felxible mo fo. Remember in Return of The King when Legolas takes out the elephant and slides down his trunk? Well, in this final movie, he does some fancy foot work battling with a huge orc that is insane. He bends and swivels and jumps. At one point, it looks like he is walking on air. Maybe Legolas was a yoga instructor/ ninja in a previous life?

3. Where has Luke Evans (i.e. Bard) been all my life. Luke Evans plays Bard the Boatman in this movie. Not sure who he is? Go ahead. Look him up. I'll wait. *Drums fingers.* Oh, your back? SEE?!?!? What did I tell you? Totally dreamy right? This guy is some serious hotness. That face. Those eyes. Luke Evans - we need more of you. Like A LOT more.

4. Old people can still whoop your butt. It makes me chuckle how people who do not know Gandalf always underestimate him. They think he is some random old vagabond. I'm thinking "Idiot! You don't know who are messing with. You are fixing to get dealt with! You don't mess with Gandalf!" But I'm not going to lie. When I saw Sauron wield his staff with the agility of Jet Li or Jason Statham, I was impressed. I was like, "Dang. Gramps has some mad skills." Moral of the story: Never underestimate an old guy. They could be a wizard and whoop your sorry behind.

5. Bromances are cool. I'm sure you guys are familiar with at least one bromance. But I think Bilbo and Thorin finally made it PC. I mean how can one not like the love felt between Bilbo and Thorin each time they share a heartfelt moment, gazing lovingly into each others eyes, and silently sharing in their adoration for each other. It's enough to get this girl a little choked up. *Sniff.* Now, we just need a cute name. Bilbin? Thorbo? Dwarbit? I'll let you decide.

Did I miss anything?

If you had not had a chance to see this latest movie, go and see it over Christmas break. If you have not seen any of the movies, go and get the first in the series from Netflix immediately!

Now, I'm off to dream about Luke Evans, er, I mean fold the laundry.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Twas The Night Before Mossey Christmas

*Post this each year because, well, Christmas!

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
My children were acting like lunatics. Time to call in the spouse.
The stockings were haphazardly thrown on the mantle without care,
in hopes that Santa Claus would shove some stuff in there.

Hubby and I were trying to nestle our kids in their beds
But they kept using stall tactics instead.
But finally, me in yoga pants and Hubby in sweats from the Gap,
Hoped we could get some quiet for at least a small nap.

When downstairs in the great room, we heard a loud noise!
We thought for sure it was one of the kids' toys.
Hubby and I did rock-paper-scissors to determine who would go see.
When lo and behold, it turned out to be me.

The light from the kitchen gave a soft glow
So I could see clearly the first floor below.
Surely I'm not seeing what I think I see!
Some joker dressed in red under my tree.

He turned right around and I punched him in the face.
He yelled, "Good night, woman! You're a nut case!"
I said, "I'm not the one breaking and entering, fat man."
Santa said, "That IS what Santa does. It's part of the plan."

I took in his red outfit, his black boots and his huge pack.
I couldn't help wondering 'Does he have a bad back?'.
I said, "You don't look so good, old man. Here, have a seat."
Sighing, he said, "Going around the world in one night is no easy feat."

Running a hand over my face and sitting at the table,
I thought, "Am I really talking to Santa? I must be unstable."
I said, "Rest a minute, Santa. I'll pour you a glass of whatever we've got."
Santa said, "Do you have Corona Lite? I like that a lot."

We sat at the table. We sat there we two.
And we clinked our beer glasses and chugged down our brew.
I asked, "Santa, how do you do it each year?"
He chuckled and said, "Well, it can be tough when many people are without cheer."

I said, "So many people are grumpy, hateful, and downright mean."
Santa said, "Oh my dear! Some of which the likes you have never seen."
I said, "I take it you've seen some pretty horrible stuff."
He paused then said, "Yes, I have. I have seen mankind act pretty rough."

Swirling the last of my beer in my glass,
I looked at Santa and dared to ask, "How can you do it with so many on the naughty list?"
Santa smiled at me and playfully hit my shoulder with his fist.
He said, "Because as long as there is at least one person in this world who cares about others,
I know there is hope for our daughters, sons, fathers and mothers."

This time, I looked, really looked, at this old man in front of me.
My heart realized what it was that I see.
Santa wasn't merely a jolly old elf.
He was the best part of each person, the good inside of our self.

Smiling, I said, "Wow. You are not at all what I thought."
Chuckling, he said, "Yeah. I get that a lot."
I told him, "Next time, I won't punch you in the face."
He shrugged and said, "Well, at least it wasn't mace."

Santa picked up his pack and flung it over his shoulder.
Turning to look at me, he said, "Don't worry. You get wiser as you get older."
He continued saying, "Remember to look in your heart for what you know to be right.
And mostly importantly, hold your husband and your children real tight."

Before I knew what I was doing, I gave Santa a hug.
He patted my head and told me, "And here, you thought I was a thug."
Opening the front door, I said, "Glad you stopped by."
Saluting me, Santa said, "I'm off!" and he took to the sky.

I watched as he jumped in the sleigh and took flight.
Wondering, 'Exactly how much beer did I have tonight?'
I heard Santa exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Conversation With Wednesday

Wednesday: Good morning!

Me: Hey.

Wednesday: Are you going on a trip?

Me: What? No. What made you ask that?

Wednesday: Because you're carrying a bunch of bags. Under your eyes.

Me: Really? That's what your going with? Before I've even had coffee?

Wednesday: *Chuckles* Oh come on! It was funny.

Me: Oh yeah. Hysterical.

Wednesday: Maybe I'm trying to hard.

Me: What?

Wednesday: *Sighs* I just want you to like me.

Me: What do you mean? Everybody likes you. You're "Hump Day".

Wednesday: Oh, that's just great!

Me: It's true.

Wednesday: Here we go again! Another "hilarious" reference to "Hump Day". Ha ha ha - it's "Hump Day"!  Nothing like alluding to doing the "horizontal bop". Or "making the beast with two backs".

Me: Whoa! Hey! Geez!

Wednesday: *Sobs.* You know it's true! Let's make fun of the middle guy!

Me: *Awkwardly pats Wednesday on shoulder.* I don't think that's what it means.

Wednesday: You don't?

Me: I think people call it "Hump Day" because the week starts out rough. We are overwhelmed because of all the things that need to be done. But Wednesday. Wednesday is the summit. The highest point. Once we make it there, we feel a sense of accomplishment and relief, knowing the rest of the week will be easier because it is downhill.

Wednesday: *Sniffles.* You really think so?

Me: Absolutely.

Wednesday: *Grins.* You are pretty awesome.

Me: I know.

Wednesday: Let's go get you some coffee and unpack those bags!

Me: Seriously?

Wednesday: I'm not only the best part of the week but I'm also the funniest.

Me: Hilarious.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

What My Kids Are Reading #6

Just a few of the many brilliant books by Mo Willems.

Two words.

Mo Willems.

Who is Mo Willems, you ask?

Well, let me just tell you!

He is an author.

But not just any author.

He is a fantastic, superb, comedic, inspirational author.

Okay, maybe I am overselling it.

BUT he writes really good children's books.

He writes books about a pigeon, like 'Don't Let The Pigeon Drive The Bus!' or 'The Pigeon Wants A Puppy'.

He also has tons of books about friends, Gerald the Elephant and Piggie.

He has written books about 'Knuffle Bunny', 'Leonardo The Terrible Monster' and 'Naked Mole Rats Don't Wear Clothes'.


These days, we are all Mo Willems all the time.

True story.

These books with their surprising simple drawings with the funny character facial expressions give your little ones a laugh as well a life lesson learned, such as you can have more than one friend, good things are worth waiting for and it's okay to do things differently.

If you are looking for new books to introduce to your little ones and maybe even to give as gifts for the holidays, I cannot recommend Mo Willems enough.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Is It Just Me Or Is This Wallenda Guy An Idiot?

Sometimes people do stupid things and you just have to say something. You cannot NOT say something.

But "Michelle", you say, "People do stupid things everyday. Do you have to comment on them all day, everyday?"

Good point.

However, sometimes you see something SO stupid and SO idiotic, you just have to stand up and say something because you would burst from attempting to keep it all in inside.

Nik Wallenda, I'm talking to you.

Let me understand.

You walked across a 3/4 inch tightrope 800 feet above ground in Chicago without a harness or a net to catch you if you fall, then you turn around to do it again blindfolded. All the while your wife and three children are close by watching the whole thing.


Is it just me or is this Wallenda guy an idiot?

Okay. I get that you like to be famous. You even talk about how famous your grandfather was.

But your grandfather was famous BECAUSE HE FELL TO HIS DEATH.

Being famous is probably pretty cool. But you know what else is cool?


Maybe you are an adrenaline junkie.


If it's thrills and chills you seek, I've got some for you.

How about:

Going to the grocery and not taking a grocery list?!

Leaving Chuck E Cheese and not using hand sanitizer?!

Ask a female relative who you haven't seen in a while if she's pregnant!

Give an electronic toy for a four year old, then don't give them any batteries!

I know, right?!



You can experience ALL sorts of scary stuff to give you an adrenaline rush without being 800 feet up and falling to your death in front of your family to scar them for life.

But if this doesn't scare you enough, Wallenda, maybe you can take it up a notch.

Next time, you can go blindfold AND drunk.


Monday, October 6, 2014

What My Kids Are Reading #5

The library.

As you know, it is one of our favorite places.

We are there quite often, even though not as much now that school has started. 

The boys love looking at the toys, playing on the computer, and especially looking for new, interesting books to read.

One of our recent favorites is Small Saul by Ashley Spires.

This book is about a pirate, Saul, who is small in stature and does things very different from most other pirates.

Saul likes to sing sea shanties instead of swabbing the decks. He got a bunny tattoo instead of a skull and crossbones.

This book is funny and silly and the boys love that. They love all of the illustrations and the things that Saul does.

But it is also a great book about being yourself, even if it's different from everybody else.

This is why I love this book.

If you have little ones who love pirates or just want a cute read with a good message, check this book out. You won't be disappointed. 

Friday, October 3, 2014

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Teeth

Earlier in the week, I had to go to the dentist for a routine check-up.

I hate going to the dentist.

I never used to feel that way.  But since I have had a million cavities in the past couple of years and they use that horrible automatic scraper thingy (yes, it's the official term), I have come to hate it.

So after arriving at the dentist's office and taking my seat in the chair, the Dental Hygienist proceeds to take my blood pressure.

Dental Hygienist: Wow. Your blood pressure seems kind of high.

Me: Yeah. It's because I tend to get a little worked up thinking about that automatic scraper. It's like I can feel it all the way up in my brain.

Dental Hygienist: *Fake laugh to placate me which translates to, "This chick is crazy."*

She proceeds to begin to clean my teeth but pauses to say:

Dental Hygienist: I'm worried about your gums. Your bottom gums have a bunch of recession. You will probably need to go the Periodontist to have them cut the muscle on the bottom of your mouth or do a gum transplant from the skin on the top of your mouth.

Then she goes back to cleaning my teeth like it's no big deal.

WHAT THE ----?!?!?!

Um, excuse me, lady. Obviously, you do not know who you are dealing with.

You cannot just throw something like that out there as casual as talking about the weather, then proceed like nothing ever happened!


I am a wigster. 

For those unfamiliar with the term, let me enlighten you.

A wigster is someone who gets worked up over lots of things and/or has a tendency to wig out at most things. See also me.

The minute she takes her hand out of my mouth, I start in with the questions.

To aid in easing my wigster tendencies, I like to have all of the information. I need to know everything, all of the details. It makes me feel better.

Me: What do you mean "cut the muscle" down there? Is that out-patient surgery? How does it work? What about the "gum transplant surgery"? Is that a long procedure? What all is involved?

Dental Hygienist: *Complete nonchalance.* I'm not really sure. You can ask the dentist when he gets over here.

This comment is followed by another helpful comment a few minutes later.

Me: Do I have coffee stains on my front teeth?

Dental Hygienist: No. Just your overall yellow stain.


She previously mentioned that I should not use any whitening toothpaste because they use baking soda which is very rough on gums.

So let me understand.

You are saying that I may have to have gum transplant surgery AND you are telling me that my teeth are so yellow you can't believe they're not butter but I'm just going to have to deal, does that about sum it up?

If you took my blood pressure now, lady, I wonder how high it would be. It probably wouldn't even register.

Dentist: How are you today?

Me: *Gestures to Hygienist. Eyes wide as saucers.* Well, she tells me that I'll need to have gum transplant surgery so I'm currently freaking out.

Dentist: *Smiles at me. Pats me on the shoulder.* Well, I'll refer you to a Periodontist where he will take a look at your gums. He will decide what you need but I'm guessing it will be the cutting your muscle at the bottom of your mouth.

You're supposed to talk me down from the ledge, boss, not encourage me to jump.

I really hate going to the dentist.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Nat and Adam

**The previous post about Nat and Adam can be found here.

Placing my messenger bag on the floor, I plop down in my seat.

Taking a drink from my cup of coffee, I inhale the aroma of my white chocolate mocha, savoring the perfect combination of savory and sweet.

Closing my eyes, I take a minute to enjoy this fantastic creation before class begins.

Thank goodness for coffee, for mochas specifically. Mochas are delightful, heavenly even. I love mochas. I think I may marry this mocha I love it so much.

Marry a mocha? I think I have lost my mind.

Smiling to myself, I continue to laugh inside at my own crazy sense of humor.

"With a smile like that, you must be thinking of me," a voice declares.

Opening my eyes, I see Adam sliding into the seat beside me, smiling that lopsided grin of his. He drops his backpack on the floor.

Ignoring his comment, I ask, "What are you doing here?"

Winking at me, he says, "Cute and funny. I like that, Snow Bunny."

I say, "Very funny, Mr. Man-Boy Wonder."

Reaching down and grabbing a notebook and a pen from his backpack, he grins, "I thought so."

Rolling my eyes, I clarify, "No. What are you doing here?" And I gesture to the seat beside me.

Adam says, "I wanted to have the best seat in the room. Which is beside you, Snow Bunny." He stretches his arm around the back of my seat.

Rolling my eyes again, I turn to look at him. He's smiling that lopsided grin of his.

His brown hair is wet and it is curling up at the nape of his neck. He is wearing a hunter green Henley that makes his bright green eyes really stand out. He smells like aftershave, coffee and just...Adam.


This boys is very, very cute.

I can feel my cheeks heat up.

Relying on my trusty companion of sarcasm, I reply, "Wow. That was really good. Did you come up with that just now or have you been working on it all morning?"

Grinning, he says, "All this charm just comes naturally."

Being so absorbed in our conversation, I didn't notice someone approached us until I hear Adam say, "Hello Savannah."

I look up and see Savannah Price standing in front of us. She is wearing a pink cashmere sweater with designer jeans. Her long, blond hair is pulled up in a polished high ponytail.

Savannah smiles, "Hello Adam. It's been a while. How have you been?"

Her eyes dart over to where I am sitting for a quick assessment before returning to Adam. Adam's arm remains draped across the back of my seat.

Adam responds, "Awesome, thanks. How is life treating you Savannah?"

Smiling her megawatt smile, she answers, "Really great. Just focusing on school and cheer-leading."

Adam replies, ""Sounds like you are busy, Savannah."

Grinning coyly, she says, "Very, but I always have time for you, Adam."

Chuckling, Adam says, "Always a pleasure, Savannah."

Wiggling her fingers at us, she turns to walk back to her seat.

"Was that the president of your fan club?," I ask.

Leaning down towards me, he questions, "Would you like to fill the position?"

Making a big show of looking around the room, I reply, "Wow. I'm surprised all these people could fit in here with your ginormous ego."

Tapping me on the nose, he grins, "Your attempt at denial is futile, snow bunny. Cute. But futile."

More Nat and Adam! *Squee.*

Things have been a bit crazy around here with back to school but Nat and Adam are never far from my thoughts. I'll sometimes think of something they will do or say and I'll make a mad dash to write it down before I forget.

I hope you enjoy reading about these two as much as I enjoy writing about them!

Until the next time...

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A Conversation With My Cleaning Products

Before kids, I was the "Queen of Clean".  

Once a week, I would religiously clean my floors, dust, vacuum, Clorox, etc.  I was the kind of person who made sure the display towels hung side by side at the same length.  

Some might say I was "Anal Retentive".  I prefer "Highly Organized".  (Eh, To-may-toe, To-mah-toe.)

Anyways, I have spoken before about how it is cleaning your house after kids. Below is a recent conversation between myself and my cleaning products.

Me: Hey, how's it going?

Pledge: *Silence.*

Me: Look, I know it's been a while.

Pledge: A while? Try 2 months.

Me: I have been so busy.

Pledge: Really? Not even a little end table?

Me: I mean it's crazy!  I barely have time for the Clorox wipes -

Pledge: Oh...I see. You have time for the Clorox wipes.

Clorox wipes:  Ha ha!  She loves me more.

Me: (To Clorox wipes.) Be quiet!  (To Pledge.) It's not like that.

Pledge: What is it "like"?

Me: *Sigh.* I'll try to do better.

Pledge: Yeah, yeah.

Sassy cleaning products!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

All My Tiny Babies

*Cue the music.* "All my tiny babies! All my tiny babies! All my tiny babies!" sung to the tune of All The Single Ladies.

During the summer, looking forward to this school year, I knew I would be sad when my 5 year old started kindergarten. 

So I reminded myself that both my 3 and 5 year olds would be in school for part of the day leaving me with a few hours to myself. 

All of my babies are in school!

This will be a good thing!

I will be able to do some things for me!

Things like take a shower without an audience!

Pee with no one on my lap asking for a story!

Actually write an entire blog post!

Read from an actual book during daylight hours!


I miss our conversations.

I miss their little faces.

I miss their laughter.

I miss their hugs.

I miss their curiosity.

I miss hearing their ninja or superhero sound effects.

I miss their request for one more story or one more cookie.

I miss them.

I know this is a good thing.

It will give me time to remind myself that I am more than just a mom. Time to dust off those boxes within myself labeled "friend", "writer", "volunteer".

It is the first step on the boys journeys to becoming who they are meant to be.

It is another chapter in my life rediscovering who I am meant to be.

All good things.

I'll just be sure to grab an extra hug or two when I pick them up from school.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Counting Crows Is More Fun Than Counting Calories

This summer has been great. We have been able to relax and enjoy each others company without having any real agenda. 

Due to our laid back approach, I may have gained a few pounds. Not a lot, mind you, but enough where my clothes are feeling extremely snug.

So, in an effort to lose some weight to fit better into my clothes and to be healthier, I have started counting calories.

For those of you who have never counted calories, let me assure you it is not fun. In fact, counting crows is more fun than counting calories. And you guys know how much I love birds.

(Side note: Does sarcasm play well on the internet?)

For those of you who have never needed to count calories because of your metabolism, who are you?! Seriously. Who are you?!

Actually, don't tell me. Because then I would plot your imminent demise and you would be unhappy and I would feel guilty. Let's forget I asked.

Anyway, I have been counting my calories for a month now and I have lost nine pounds.

Woo hoo!

Let's celebrate by eating nachos!


I guess that counter intuitive, huh?

I have been pleased with the results and I am sticking to my guns, however it is difficult.




I guess this is a side effect of cutting back on your intake of food. Your body is like, "FEED ME! FEED ME!" and your brain is like, "No way, fatty!"

You find yourself thinking about food A LOT. And dreaming about food. And watching food shows on TV.

The other night, Hubby and I were watching TV. First it was Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.

My first thought was, "I would totally eat that."

My second thought was, "I bet that is 1000 calories."

My third thought was, "I'm actually jealous of crazy neo-blond Guy Fieri."

When it got to be too much, I turned it to the Travel Channel only to find Andrew Zimmern in Bizarre Foods was on.

Now, I'm so hungry that I look at what he's eating and think, "I bet that sheep's brain wouldn't be too bad with some butter and garlic."


Let this be a warning to all of those who may encounter me while I'm out-and-about, don't stand too close. I may bite.

Does anyone have any fava beans?

Kidding! Kidding!

Sort of.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Just Living The Dream

When I'm out-and-about and people ask me how I'm doing, I usually respond, "Just living the dream."

You can usually tell a lot about people by their reaction to my response.

Some will chuckle and reply, "Me too." Or "I know, right!" This is a good indicator that these people have a sense of humor and don't take themselves too seriously.

Others will purse their lips as if they swallowed something sour and give me a look that says, "Clearly that was not funny at all." This is a good indicator that these people do NOT have a sense of humor.


So, when I answer, I sometimes say it with a little snarkiness. (Okay, a lot of snarkiness!) Or maybe some sassiness.

But here's the thing.

I AM living the dream.

At least, it's my dream.

For the longest time, I prayed God would send me an honorable, hard-working, kind, funny man to share my life with.

For what seemed like forever, I prayed I would be able to get pregnant and have children of my own who were the best parts of me and my husband.

And now I have that.

I have a great husband and two amazing kids. I am able to stay-at-home with my boys for the first years of their life. I live in my dream home. I am more than blessed.

Yep, just living the dream.


Don't go anywhere!!

Not everything is unicorns and rainbows. I don't float around with a trail of glitter in my wake. I'm not going to bust out into song or anything.

Because I still have lots of days of uncertainty, self-doubt and mommy guilt. Sometimes I lay in bed at night and wonder if I could have been a better mom, wife, daughter or friend. My old nemesis anxiety tries to climb back into bed with me.

But here's the thing.

When I find myself having some of these thoughts, I remind myself of my many wonderful blessings. I remind myself I have the love of my amazing, little family. I remind myself that tomorrow is another day to be the best version of myself I can be.

Because even on my worst day, I have more blessings than I can count and definitely more than I deserve.

It sure helps put things into perspective.

So, yeah. 

I'm just living the dream.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

What My Kids Are Reading #4

The boys and I love going to the local bookstore close to our house. It is situated right beside a large pond that houses a billion ducks. (Okay, not exactly a billion, but close.) We come armed with our bread to feed them which is always an adventure.

After feeding the ducks, we head inside the bookstore to check out any new books they may have as well as to take a look at all of their cool toy displays.

This book was among many others on a table that was featuring fun at the beach. Since the boys had such a great time at the beach this year, I decided to grab this book for them.

This book is about Fergus and his baby brother, Dink, who go searching for treasure on the beach. And the best treasure they find is a surfboard they name 'Dave'.

Fergus doesn't want to ride the surfboard because of the 'lurking, irking ickiness factor of the water'. But things happen and Fergus does end up on the surfboard where he discovers he likes surfing and being in the water.

My boys love this book because of the funny faces the characters make and because they are both brothers.

I love this book because it is about facing your fears and overcoming them.

This is a cute read for any kid who loves the beach or the water or just a fun story.

Happy Reading!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

My Life Is Changing

To make a long story short, my five year old is starting kindergarten.

To make a short story shorter, he starts this coming week.

You see, there is no one in this world who loves him more than his daddy and me.

When I got pregnant, I thought I understood what it would mean to be a parent. I thought I was prepared for how it would make me feel.

I had no idea.

I had no idea how much love I was really capable of or how full my heart could really be. I had no idea how being a mother could change my life in such wonderful, profound ways and helped complete a part of me I never knew was missing.

I love you and your brother so much that it really cannot be put into words.

Five years has gone by in the blink of an eye.

Five years of you, me and your little brother each day.

We have had so many experiences, so much laughter and so much joy.

And now you are headed off to kindergarten.

You are going where I cannot go.

You are going to be on your own, making your own decisions and being influenced by others.

To say this is a little scary for mommy would be putting it mildly.

Will mommy be attending the Boo Hoo Breakfast after dropping you off on your first day? You know it. Will mommy put on a brave face for you? Absolutely. Will I need lots of tissues and Starbucks to get me through the day? Undoubtedly.

My kindhearted, compassionate, creative, intelligent little boy.

I believe you are ready.

As for me, I am not sure. But I guess I'll have to be.

My life is changing.

I wish I could slow things down and keep you with me for a little while longer. I wish I could freeze time and keep the four of us in our own little world for just a little while.

But I also know it is time to spread your wings a little. Give you room to begin your own journey on the road to becoming the person that you are meant to be.

I'll be here whenever you need me. I'll be waiting with open arms, lots of kisses and some peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

What My Kids Are Reading #3

While at the library the other day, I was skimming through some of the many new children's books they had. On impulse, I saw this one and checked it out, thinking maybe the boys would like it.

The book is 'Starring Me and You', by Genevieve Cote.

Turns out the boys love this book! They love the different ways the characters express themselves and they giggle at their facial expressions.

This book is about two friends who want to put on a play. They experience the same emotions but they express them in different ways. The friends also have to compromise to put on their play.

This is a great book for kids to see how people can differently express emotions as well as understanding what it means to compromise. 

The books ends with, "Whatever we are, whatever we do, the stage is always big enough for me and you."

So glad I picked this one up!

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Challenge Accepted

**The previous post with Nat and Adam can be found here.

Standing up, I stick my hand out to shake Father Donovan's hand.

"It's so nice to meet you, Father Donovan. Thank you for letting us take a look at the library. It really is beautiful."

Clasping my hand between his, he replies, "Nat, my dear, such a pleasure to meet you."

Picking up on my not-so-subtle hint, Adam gets up from the bench and gives Father Donovan a nod.

"Father," says Adam, "good to see you. We'll see you on Saturday."

I head down the spiral staircase with Adam close behind.

Once we are out of the library, Adam catches up to walk beside me. He gives me a sideways glance but doesn't say anything.

I pretend not to notice.

Once outside, we climb into his truck and head out of the parking lot.

Don't be a weirdo, Nat! Just say something.

So you kissed. Big deal.

Pull up your big girl pants and deal with it.

Clearing my throat, I state, "Thanks for showing me around town today."

He answers, "The pleasure was all mine." Throwing his panty-dropping grin my way, he teases, "Well maybe not all mine."

I can feel my face light up light a Christmas tree.

What is it with this guy?!

Ignoring that quip, I answer, "The Cool Cow is quite a find. Point to you for taking me there. Maybe you do have some redeeming qualities after all, Mr. Man-Boy Wonder."

Take THAT, Mr. "I'm so hot and charming that all the girls want to make out with me".

Laughing, Adam smirks, "I knew you would like it."

"I'm sure all the girls you take there love it", I try to state with indifference but fail.

Grinning, he reaches over to slide a finger down my cheek before turning back to the road.

"There's only you, Snow Bunny," he answers.

I declare, "Uh huh. I'm sure."

Adam continues to chuckle as he pulls in front of the bookstore.

He unbuckles his seat belt and leans towards me. I lean back as far as I can go, feeling the door press into my lower back.

Grinning, he is undeterred as he leans in even further. I put my hand on his chest to stop him.

His brow furrows as he glances down at my hand then back up to my face.

Summoning all my courage, I say, "Nice try, Mr. Man-Boy Wonder. But that isn't going to be happening again."

Raising an eyebrow, he asks, "Oh really?"

Adam studies my face, then glances down to my lips. On impulse, I bite my lower lip. His eyes snap back up to meet mine.

I wonder if he can tell how much he affects me. It's like my body is on auto-pilot and my brain can't find the remote. 

I remind myself that I don't even know this guy. 

He declares, "Challenge accepted, Snow Bunny."

Rolling my eyes, I reply, "See you around, Mr. Man-Boy Wonder."

"Tomorrow," he clarifies.

"What?" I question.

"We have geography tomorrow. Remember?" he asks.

I snap, "I know we have geography together. I'm the one who told you."

Grinning, he states, "I'm getting under your skin, Snow Bunny. It's just a matter of time."

Turning around, I open the door and let myself out.

Smirking, he wiggles his fingers at me as he drives away.

Arrogant. Delusional.

As IF I would kiss him again! Who knows where that mouth has been?!

His mouth. His kisses.

Oh crap.

*Waves.* Hey guys!

Here's another installment with Nat and Adam.

Recently, I had a jolt of creativity so here we are!

More about these two very soon...