Oh buddy… my little guy has struck again. For those of you tuning in late to this program already in progress, my son Jameson has quite a way with words. His literary faux pas are sometimes hilarious; if you enjoy this latest one, I suggest you take a stroll through the Jameson-isms category of this … More Wearing a Loincloth to P.E.
When my husband and I constructed a home bar in our finished basement, we thought we were creating a place of occasional relaxation and adult escape. We didn’t realize that we were installing a conscience as well. Workout completed, dinner finished, lunches packed, basketball practice done, homework complied with, nighttime stories read, the kids tucked into bed, kitchen … More A Home Bar With a Conscience
We haven’t encountered a ‘Jameson-ism’ in quite some time. For those who aren’t familiar with the term, my 10-year old son has a way with committing the most hilarious word faux pas. It’s been a while, but the boy produced a doozy tonight! I served fish tacos for dinner this evening: spinach tortillas stuffed with blackened tilapia, cilantro … More I Don’t Like The Sloth
My family sat down to dinner tonight to enjoy hot-off-the-grill New York Strip steaks, onion potatoes, a giant green salad, and some piping hot garlic toast. Music was playing in the background, the wine was poured (for the adults), and Marty, James, Kenz and I finally clinked our glasses together in a ‘cheers’, celebrating the end of a … More A Hearing Aid at 28
Commitment. Perseverance. Hard work. Always test your perceived boundaries. Give it your all. Practice makes perfect. Whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. Nothing in life will come easy; you have to work for what you want. These are all statements that my children have heard me say about a million times. I strive to be a … More Agent 00 Mom
James, my nine-year old word master, strikes again. About to leave for his 9:00am park district baseball game this morning, James questions our mode of transportation: “Mom, are we taking your car or the Delorean?” “Considering we don’t own a Delorean, James, but a Durango,” I replied, ” we will probably just take my car.”
Today was my oldest daughter’s last day of high school. Ever. <sniff> Wanting to make a lasting impression on the rest of her senior class, Alaina decided to get dressed up this morning before school. She looked stunning; wearing an adorable white sundress she had (tastefully) applied make-up and had curled her hair. I couldn’t help but … More Alaina is Sausage!
After watching James get awarded his red/brown belt tonight, signifying the start of his third phase in karate, my husband and I thought it only fitting to run through the local ice cream drive thru for a treat. James’ reading skills are greatly improving. Tired of waiting for me to read the Harry Potter series … More Mouse Pie
My eight-year old son has my heart. From the day I found out I was having a little boy, to the first time I laid eyes on his chubby little cherub face, through the past several years of growing pains, and even today when leaving for work: he had to give me an extra hug, “just because Ma!” … More Moths and Screaming Beagles