A traumatizing thing happened at House McGill this week. Brody invited strangers over. Now, I guess they weren't technically strangers since they were kids that he has at least observed at school. But since they just showed up on a random Thursday afternoon with no warning whatsoever and I have never seen them before, I … Continue reading My house, my fortress
Well, it's happening. The cap and gown pictures have been ordered, the official school tour has taken place and the graduation date is circled on the calendar. My child is middle school bound and I'm not having an easy time with it. Maybe my emotions are running high because of the rainy weather we've been … Continue reading Middle (school) age
At some point a few years ago we started realizing that Brody was really good at remembering dates. (And addresses, phone numbers, sports statistics and, well, pretty much everything.) We all thought it was cool how good his memory was but didn't think too much of it. That is, until we realized the date part … Continue reading My Calendar Kid
Okay, before you read any further, I'm going to need you to promise not to judge me on a couple of points. (Or at least not publicly. Please and thank you.) 1.The fact that I just put up my Christmas tree. Yes, I know it's November 14. Yes, I know this is ridiculous. This is … Continue reading A Crafty Christmas Start
About two weeks ago, I had to take a day off work to clean my house. We're not talking that deep, scrub the baseboards type of cleaning. No, I mean I took a day of work just to get us back to being able to sit on our furniture, actually use the dishes & have … Continue reading A mess of a mom…
It's back to school time and while I don't consider this a Mommy Blog, it is a blog written by a mom, so it seems like I should at least mention it. Back to school isn't something that I necessarily dread. Brody doesn't mind school all that much and we're insanely lucky that he's had … Continue reading Organization envy
A huge part of being a parent is apparently just having to sit back and see which genes and traits your child picks up from yourself or your spouse. (Or at least it appears to be in our case, but, as we often hear, our case is not necessary the most normal one.) You say … Continue reading Sweet genes.