Blonde Mom Blog

We’ve entered a new phase of parenting, and it’s not an especially helpful or cute phase that you want to scrapbook like “my children will fetch me a cold drink from the refrigerator” or “my children will scratch my back on demand.”

It’s incessant fighting and I don’t like it one bit.

I want to give a special shout out to Daisy Olsen who tweaked my new Savvy Housewife digs. The comments were stacking themselves in a most bizarre like fashion and I was completely clueless as to how to fix it. I know the simple things like copy, paste, and post.

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We survived Miss C’s weekend of partying and I came out on the other side of the weekend fairly unscathed, having only stepped on one of 249 plastic microscopic toys now residing at our house.

When I was One,
I had just begun.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

Monday mornings hit me in the face like a whiff of ripe garbage. I don’t do Mondays, particularly Monday mornings, very well. I am a bit of a control freak, so I don’t like the tendency for Monday to get railroaded by a million distractions.

The girls have been spending a lot of time lately playing and exploring the great outdoors. Typically it is just a matter of minutes before shoes are shed and bare toes squish slick green grass, although in our backyard we have to watch for doggie land mines, if you know what I mean. We’ve been taking family walks at the nearby greenway and going up to the local playground.

The Deep South Moms blog (imagine Barry White saying that softly) officially launched today and while we’re not serving up fried chicken, grits, or sweet tea, we are serving up some fine home cooked blogging.

I saw this cereal at Dollar Tree today. For real, ya’ll!

Miss A is my night owl. She is my thumb sucker. She is my wall kicker.