Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
Today is our first day of spring break. The weather dude says it will reach a marvelous 69 degrees of full on sunshine. Know what that means? Dudes will be banished from the house for a full day of playing in the yard. I will throw them snacks out the back window and they can drink from the yard hose. They can muddy their shoes
In case you haven’t heard, bff, more widely known around here as the Baby Baker completed her baking and popped out a handsome, healthy human baby a couple of weeks ago. She’s officially a card carrying member of the Dude Mom’s club! I wanted to just take a moment to share a few things with her to get her ready for Dude kid rearing. She
Yep. My baby is turning six. As he stands over 4ft tall, weighing in at half way to 60 pounds, it nearly feels ridiculous to call him a baby. Especially when he recently fell asleep in the car and I couldn’t maneuver him out and into the house without nearly dropping him an waking him up in the process. Only then I remember, when he
Last Thursday #2 had a sore throat. He stayed home from school on Friday, refused to swallow his saliva for like 48 hours straight, busted about 8 points in his basketball game on Saturday like a boss, and went back to school on Monday morning. Thursday night I noticed that he maybe had an alien in his neck. Or a human baby. His glands were
I don’t really do silence. It doesn’t tend solve the problem and it sometimes gets misinterpreted as complacence leading people to believe that you’re okay with what’s happening. I’m not okay. I don’t think any of us are okay. I’m as morally outraged and sickened as the next human being mother. I’m as eager to find a solution to put an end to the madness
Last week we were banished to our basement for two days waiting for Hurricane Sandy to blow over us. Our home is surrounded by trees; the huge kind that break houses and smash humans when they fall on them, so hanging out underground while they swayed frantically above us was our safest bet. Our basement is fortunately where our laundry room, playroom, office, bar, and
Halloween is less than a week away and I have to admit, my lack of preparation for the date is WAY spookier than anything I’m likely to see on that night. Those of you that are familiar with the pBd Halloween traditions know that, where we come from, Halloween is sort of a big deal. Not because we love the holiday all that much, just
Not the 11 year old type questions I am afraid are soon to be coming from my soon-to-be 11 year old. The important kind. The kind that prove, unequivocally, that boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider because it’s not anywhere near the mall. The kind a four year old baby genius asks because, seriously, girls are mysterious and weird and possibly creepy when
Our summer vacation is quickly drawing to a close. Sure, we have a good two weeks of at home togetherness until school starts, but I already purchased all of their back to school junk (stupid Target back to school sales that started in June) and they have already started fall sports. Even though it’s not fall yet. Not even about to be. But who am
