Archive for November, 2007
Can you keep a Christmas secret?
Gift-giving is, by far, my least favorite part of the holidays. Call me Scrooge, but it starts to feel as if I’m just checking off a long list of obligations, buying simply for the sake of buying. I’ve begun opting for gift cards – thoughtfully-chosen ones, but one step away from cash all [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 30th, 2007 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Who me?, Youthful indiscretions | 13 Comments »
Wanna see some baby pictures?
Nothing lightens the mood like baby pictures.
Okay, so they’re 29w5d fetus pictures. But he’s got that same squished quality that newborns do.
We even caught him with his eyes open.
Considering that I spent the weekend doubting my ability to handle three kids – because there are days when I find it hard to clothe and [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 29th, 2007 tagged Look at me, look at me!, Olliepop, Who me? | 35 Comments »
Clinical
I first began to take a clinical view of my body and its functions when I was twelve. You can probably guess what started then.
Likewise when I was eighteen. Another milestone, so to speak.
But it was when I took my nitty gritty environmental and public health courses in college that I truly adopted [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 27th, 2007 tagged Daring you to disagree, Dirtying up other corners of the web | 10 Comments »
Thanks to the turncoats
Just last night, I had a dream about my first grade teacher. She may not even be living anymore, but I remember her well enough to picture her accurately whether I’m asleep or awake.
She gave me extra math exercises, let me grade papers for her, and loaned me her playground whistle to scare away [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 25th, 2007 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Who me? | 6 Comments »
Happy birthday to you…
Edited for clarification: Happy birthday to KYLE…
We live in a zoo…
You like it that way…
And we ALL (baby-to-be included) love YOU!
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 21st, 2007 tagged Look at me, look at me!, Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie, The king of beers | 12 Comments »
Do your homework
Although I’ve commented freely elsewhere, I’ve refrained from taking up the topic of blogger outreach on this site. Other bloggers have more experience in the fields of advertising and public relations. Other bloggers have a more personal stake in the inconsistencies and inequities in outreach efforts. Other bloggers have been more blatantly [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 19th, 2007 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Daring you to disagree | 21 Comments »
Future lead-footed driver
While driving in what constitutes heavy traffic in suburban Denver:
CJ: Go faster, Mommy!
Me: I’m trying.
CJ: Try again!
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 17th, 2007 tagged Kids say the darnedest things, Miss Mousie | 6 Comments »
Another one rides the bus
While I greatly appreciate the indulgent comments – so indulgent that I will keep all of you in mind as potential future character witnesses, should the need arise – I can’t help but feel a little guilty about complaining. As Mrs. Chicky noted (and I’m paraphrasing), some women go to extreme lengths to ride [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 16th, 2007 tagged Olliepop, The city that never sleeps, Who me? | 15 Comments »
It’s not you, it’s me
While there is much about the state of pregnancy that irks me (my size, my skin, my involuntary abstinence from alcohol, my inability to chase down my child while attempting to dress her – the list is endless), what bothers me most is my irrationality.
Normally, I pride myself on being a logical thinker, able to [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on November 14th, 2007 tagged Olliepop, Who me? | 17 Comments »
Well, I did want her to learn to read and write
But this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind:
Hey, at least that’s funny. What I found written on the Magnadoodle several hours later wasn’t funny.
Okay, maybe it was.
Remember the scene from “A Christmas Story” when they get a flat tire and Ralphie gets out to help his father change the tire and the bolts [...]
