Archive for the 'Look at me, look at me!' Category
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The long and short of it
There isn’t much on which Kyle and I disagree.
Sure, he tends to let the girls get away with more than I do, and I tend to have a lower threshold for clutter than he does. But on the big issues - religion, politics, and whose side of the bed is whose - we agree.
With […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 6th, 2008 tagged Look at me, look at me!, The king of beers, Who me? | 17 Comments »
Ride like the wind
My first bike was an old orange and white Schwinn with a banana seat, and my brother’s first bike was a black and yellow Huffy. We learned to ride in our backyard, and then practiced at the top of our driveway and on our back patios before hitting the hilly streets of our neighborhood.
Our […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on March 7th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Home on the range, Look at me, look at me!, Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie, Round on the ends, high in the middle, Who me? | 10 Comments »
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
Too tired and too busy to do more than ask questions, show pictures, and issue reminders…
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What is your philosophy regarding disciplining other people’s children? How do you react when another child misbehaves toward your child - at a playdate at your house, at a playgroup, in a public playspace?
How do you handle it when […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on February 26th, 2008 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Daring you to disagree, Dirtying up other corners of the web, Look at me, look at me! | 32 Comments »
Cupcakes, balloons, and party hats - it’s finally time!
It was about four months ago that CJ began to talk about a “happy bir’day pah-tee” with “ba’oons” and “pah-tee hats” and “cuh-cakes”. Being only three, she’s still relatively easy to impress, and she doesn’t yet have a whole posse of friends (or their parents) that need to be impressed either.
(Coincidentally, the Today Show […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on January 25th, 2008 tagged Look at me, look at me!, Miss Mousie | 20 Comments »
And to all a good night
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 24th, 2007 tagged Look at me, look at me! | Comment now »
Future shiksas?
When Tacy came home from school a couple weeks ago bearing a construction paper menorah she’d made that day, I was pleasantly surprised. Later that evening, when she presented me with this creation, I was even more pleasantly surprised:
Not fully accurate, but a good try for a gentile, don’t you think?
But when she brought […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 19th, 2007 tagged Dirtying up other corners of the web, Kids say the darnedest things, Look at me, look at me!, Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie | 14 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 Baby makes three (kids), Look at me, look at me!, Who me? | 35 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 »
Why is it silly to be scared of black cats?
Because THEY’RE the pussies!
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Trick-or-treater #1 (peering at our unfurnished dining room): Why’s your house so empty?
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Trick-or-treater #2: I didn’t get any!
K: I’m sorry about that; here you go.
Trick-or-treater #2 (turns around and yells to his mother): Mommy, I got TWO!
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Tacy (to me): Daddy said I can eat as much candy as I want. Until […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on October 31st, 2007 tagged Kids say the darnedest things, Look at me, look at me!, Miss Goosie | 17 Comments »
Call me trashy, but don’t call me late to dessert
Growing up, my mother made desserts from scratch. I don’t think a tub of Cool Whip ever entered our refrigerator. She whipped real cream and served it unsweetened. Pie crusts never ever came from a box, let alone an aluminum pie tin. Meanwhile, my immature palate preferred piling spoonful after spoonful […]