Daring Young Mom

Sometimes I’m more like Magoo than I like to admit.

Yesterday we drove past the Post Office and Laylee had the chance to witness more mail trucks than she had EVER SEEN IN HER LIFE! Glory be! It was a lovely sight.
Laylee: Mom! Look at all those mail trucks!
Me: Wow! That is awesome.
Laylee: Where do all the mail [...]

The internet’s been down all day here so Tip Tuesday is gonna be mostly on Wednesday this week but I know you can roll “wid” it because y’all are cool like that.
When Laylee was first born, I read to her obsessively. I had all kinds of reading goals, plans and agendas and I loved [...]

Some people call them “bathrooms.” This is strange. For the most part they contain no bath tubs so I’m not really sure how that’s supposed to work. False advertising I say.
Some refer to them as “restrooms.” Also odd. There’s very little I find restful about these facilities, especially public ones, [...]

Well, we’re back from a lovely 9 days of playing in Calgary and camping in Banff. I hadn’t been back up to Alberta for over 10 years and I’d never taken Dan or the kids up there. More pictures and details will follow.
While I was away, I had a few post-dated posts show [...]

When you’re driving through town and you get stuck behind some obnoxiously slow unshowered driver still wearing pajamas at 2 in the afternoon, give her the benefit of the doubt.
She may not be a drunk crazy psychopath. She may just be a sleepdeprived crazy fish lady, transporting the family pet in a bowl full [...]

It’s a sign. We should probably move Christmas up a couple of months.

I’ve just written my first post over at The Soccer Mom Vote, a place where I can explore my deeper, less sillier thoughts. If you feel like being kind to a floating head like me, head on over there and see if you dig the more serious side of DYM.

Some people find the face of the Virgin Mary imprinted on their French toast.
Some people read the messages in a cup of tea leaves.
I find signs like this in my sink when I leave an old spaghetti bowl to soak.

I will forevermore dazzle my friends at play dates and freshman mixers now that I’ve come up with the best superpowers ever. I want a highly-directional periscopic nose and extendible lips. These are powers I never would have dreamed of until becoming a mother. [read more at Parenting.com]