Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
The Dudes put another Christmas to bed. Aside from a middle of the night barf (which, for the record, is a horrifying nightmare when projected from the top of a bunk bed onto the big brother who is sleeping on the floor below) it was all of the things Christmas should be. Full of joy… And surprises… And more joy… And chaos.. And family… And
There are a lot of things about being a DudeMom that I didn’t anticipate. Like the amount of noise, and the never ending energy, and their desire to leap from things in a single bound. Their obsession with Axe Body Spray (seriously, I think they put some sort of pheromone inside that makes them feel like they need to spray it thickly all over their
Just as a warning, today’s post may be TMI for some readers. It falls under the category of Things That Happen to You When You’re Old. Recently, I had the opportunity to attend Expo East. If you’re not in the selling organic goods game you may not know that it is an organic expo showcasing natural products on the market. It’s not really for consumers.
So many moments have filled me with joy this month. Many of them involving football. Because it’s fall, and mostly all I do every day between July (which is really officially not fall because it’s actually dead in the middle of summer, just sayin’) is talk about, watch, prepare for, and think about football. Youth football, the kind played three nights a week and most
So many of our conversations end in me laughing. Or, shaking my head. Or shaking my head while laughing. Their minds are just so amazing and I guess a filter is something that grows in during puberty. Or, never… Dude Mom Life: Dude House Sounds, Vol. 4 After his bath… Dude 3: It’s like I’m Superman. With the glasses. And he has this same curl
I know, you’re dying for a fashion post. And, I’m dying to wear real pants. But, since Dude 2 had his tonsillectomy last week I’ve not donned a single pair. So, maybe next week, when everyone is all healed up and I have time to think about something other than milkshakes and pain meds, I’ll show you some back to school style. Or like, my
Tomorrow is my anniversary. Eleven years of marital bliss will be celebrated on a baseball field, at a soccer game, and then, most likely, at the pool with our Dudes, the very best product of this union of ours. So, to commemorate this yearly event, I’m going to skip DudeMom Weekly and bring you a wonderful post about marriage and happiness and commitment and Russian
Hooray! It’s Brain Injury Awareness Month! Misplaced enthusiasm? Yeah, probably. Not many people are even comfortable hearing the words brain and injury in a sentence together. More often there is screaming, and crying, and lots and lots of misconceptions. That’s why we all need to be aware. And that’s why we are going to have a frank, but entirely fact checked by a for real
If someone told me thirteen or so years ago, that mom life would one day be me convincing my son that hoarding my dead body was a monumentally bad idea, I wouldn’t have believed them. Sometimes, I still don’t. This is what a Dude House sounds like… Me: Underwear actually aren’t a two day item. You have to take them off and put on fresh
