All of Sophie’s Isms have been moved (or are about to be… I’m not took computer savy… working on it) to another page titled Isms of Child-like Genius… I thought I’d keep the isms separate, since I’m not really sure how popular they are. Please follow that page if you like these Isms. This is… Continue reading Sophie’s Monday Isms 5 days late.
Not that you guys are reading this, but I missed last wek, and Monday of this week. So I’mma gonna do this one tonight (2 months) and another one tomorrow night (2 more months). And here we go… June of 2013 (be prepared for new baby Sophie-isms! This is when Archer was born): June 2013:… Continue reading Missed a week of Mondays
After nearly losing a child, I find that my approach to raising her and her siblings has completely changed. I learned so much about how to parent from her. This is what I’ve learned: Protect your children at ALL costs. I shouldn’t have to explain this one. You were given your child as a gift.… Continue reading What Nearly Losing My Child Taught Me About Parenting.
You know most kids are going to get hurt in life. Despite how badly I want to wrap them in bubble wrap and duct tape, I can’t do that to my children. Those acts tend to be frowned upon by the state authorities, as does hiding them in a closet or taping pillows to them… Continue reading The dangers of crayons and refrigerators.
This $hi+ is real, people. It’s real. And this one was a hard one to write. Not because I didn’t want to put it out there, cause I’m not ashamed. It happened to me. It wasn’t something that I chose. It was hard to write because I had a hard couple of days with this… Continue reading PTSD for Parents of Children with Chronic Illnesses.
Being sick at home sucks. Just sayin’. I get bored easy and I don’t want to watch TV cause daytime TV is horrible and Netflix doesn’t have anything I’m interested in watching, and while I do LOVE sleeping, when you’re sick and you feel all gross, sleeping is kinda gross cause you wake up all… Continue reading Monday Sophie-isms early afternoon.
I’m gonna go ahead and copyright some of this stuff… some of it’s going in the book. Yeah… Monday came and went with a spectacular whooshing sound, and no fun filled Sophie-isms were supplied. I am a negligent and bad blogger. Don’t pout. There are worse things. Like dried up dry-erase markers. That is worse. … Continue reading Monday Tradition VERY Late… cause apparently I suck.
So you know how before you have kids you have all these thoughts like “I’ll never say ‘because I said so’ and I’ll never spank my kid and I’ll never do X or God forbid, I’ll never do Y to my amazing children because they are going to be amazing/ wonderful creatures that need to… Continue reading How I know I’m the Parent of the Year (total Bull$hi+ you won’t hear me spouting in public)
I am 13 years into a marriage with a great guy. We met in August of 2000. I was 20, he was 22, and we were both so stupid and so young. He says he thought I was mysterious. I thought he was goofy and funny. I lured him to sneak into the swimming pool… Continue reading Wuv, TWUE wuv leads to Mawage. How we stay mawwied.
I’m Southern (with a capital “S”). I was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and grew up in Greensboro, NC. My Momma’s family has been in Mississippi since the 1830s, from what I’ve been able to trace, and my Daddy’s family was in the North Georgia Appalachian mountains since the 1740s, so far as I’ve been… Continue reading I talk pretty (and other musings from someone with an accent).