To all the mommies…..

who lost your babies on 9/11.  There are generations that were lost & mommies who mourn their babies on this day.  Babies who grew up to be heroes on this day, they were still your little ones.  Babies who never had a chance to have a family, or say goodbye to their own little ones.  You are so loved.

Thank you for making it another year with your loss, and with an aching heart. Thank you for the birth and the years and hours you poured into your heroes, one and all.  We will never forget.  I looked at my own little ones as they slept & imagine a world where your sacrifice will forge a heart of love in humans.  . #neverforget

Unfortunately, this day in 2015 has also seen more loss.  Mommies in mecca are praying their children are not among those in the wreckage.  We pray for you all.

Motherhood knows no race, no religion, no politics.  We just love our babies, and we pray for those of you today who are suffering no matter where you may be, no matter your loss.

I saw a beautiful birthday party,

For a one year old that totally surpassed my 30th. I love my kids, & kudos to those who can really throw a well themed kids party with the $, time, Or creativity (must have at least one)….but…..

I just can’t let my kids parties eclipse mine yet. They still crap their own pants. They haven’t earned it yet. They’re happy as pigs in mud, literally, with mud & a box. Throw them a few marshmallows, & its literally the best day of their little lives.

Maybe its selfish or maybe its whatever.

Maybe when they’re 5, then I think they’ll understand & may want to have a craft or something. Im currently working on my kids party circuit guitar songs to prep. I’ve got a few years to write my song book & record the album. Of course, knowing my little ladies, mud & marshmallows will probably work just fine for years to come as long as its a group affair with tiaras.

Do you want a pony or not?

is my new favorite line of discipline.   After a trip to the heartland & a pony ride experience, like all little girls, Big E fell in love with horses.  She also fell in love with the word, “no” & the phrase, “you get outta here”.   I’ve stumbled upon pure parenting GOLD since this pony ride.

If you think your child isn’t “listening” or didn’t understand, find something they want.  REALLY BAD.  Nothing had previously worked to take away something from Big E.  She always says, “I don’t care” or “I need a time out.”

HOWEVER, the promise of a pony & potentially taking it away has all the power of Grayskull. (He-Man reference for you non- 80s mommies)

I think I can milk it for 3 more years, about the time when it’s suitable to actually be able to have pony.  Here’s an example of how this works:

Me: Did you hear me?  I SAID, get up & put your shoes on, it’s time for school. We’re going to be late.

Big E: MOMMA CALLED THE DR. AND THE DR. SAID….NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED.

Me: E, I asked you to please go & get your shoes.  If you want a pony you need to be a good listener.  Only good listeners who can follow instructions are responsible enough to have a pony.  What did I just ask you?

Big E: Please for me to go & get my shoes.  I getting them.  I put them on. We go school now, not be late.

Problem solved…until she’s 6 & mommy wants a pony too.  We’ll cross that bridge later.

The pony was a rescue. The little girl wishes she were rescued by a pony farm.
The pony was a rescue. The little girl wishes she were rescued by a pony farm.