humor, motherhood


At a recent dance/cardio class, a woman I was conversing with could not believe that I had kids that were fourteen and twelve.  She was under the impression I was in my twenties so when I started talking about Full Speed approaching his first year of high school, she almost fell over.

I normally dance in the front row of class and she is always anchored towards the back.  It was an easy mistake but also flattering.

That’s me front and center dancing up a storm wearing Cubbie blue of course.

I should have kept this story to myself.

You know T.Puzzle, he likes to keep things ‘real’.

He quickly put me in my place and in no uncertain terms shared that the absolute youngest I could pass for was forty-three.

I’m forty-four.

Oh well.

It’s not just T.Puzzle that keeps me in check.  I have a minor obsession with birds and flowers.  To my delight, I have this magazine app that has several back-issues of Birds and Blooms.  It makes my heart happy to peruse the colorful photos and imagine being face-to-face with these adorable, fluttery beings immersed in a sea of flowers.

My struggle comes in the form of this particular magazine’s ads.  Hearing aids, orthopedic shoes and various bladder control products are the major themes.

At least I’m still dancing…



children, family, humor, kids, motherhood, parenting

A Wrinkle in Time


I don’t know what it is about being six years old in this house that makes you full of opinions and unsolicited feedback.  Here are a few examples of what T.Puzzle has recently shared with me:

“What’s that on your forehead?” he asked seemingly innocent.

“What?” I responded certain I had a zit or something else equally annoying forming on my brow.

“That crack right there!” he said as he shoved an index finger in the direction of a wrinkle.  Needless to say it was hard to feel warm and fuzzy towards him after this observation.

He also recently experienced a scraped knee while playing outside.  When it was time for dinner he decided he didn’t like how his dinner looked.  He promptly shared that he could not eat it because “it was too spicy and it made his knee hurt more.”  Again, I wasn’t feeling real charmed by his logic.

So, when he became sick at night and needed to stay home, I thought it would be a good chance for us to hang out.  I hoped his need for feedback would dissipate some.  It certainly worked.  We had a very low-key day and even watched a movie together.  It was nice to be reminded that underneath all his opinions lies a really awesome kid.

The next day as he got ready for school he faked a cough.  “I’m a little bit coughing today, I guess I better stay home again.”

Finally, an opinion I appreciated.  I sent him to school anyway.  Wrinkles make me stubborn like that.