Diary of a Confused Mom: February 27th 2015

After all the 'Go Texan' Day festivities at the boys' school yesterday, T came home to ask if they can one day try 'Mutton Bustin.'

He saw our quizzical expressions and led us to a video that explains the 'sport.' So we watched these 5 and 6 year olds clinging with all their might onto a running sheep, trying to stay on as long as possible.

There are no words...

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 23rd 2015

I get the feeling the groundhog really didn't appreciate my discrediting him and now we are all suffering the wrath of more winter :(

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 22nd 2015

O clearly outlined the 'conditions' under which he would want me to come watch his Go Texan Day dance at school:

1. I cannot get the songs stuck in my head and sing them incessantly afterwards.

2. I cannot make any remarks later about the fact that he will have a female dance partner.


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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 19th 2015

I keep remembering the wise words of my philosophy professor at university many years ago. He would always say "To know is to know that you know nothing at all."

That has grown with me over the years and at the moment manifests itself in my realization that those who are very knowledgeable and intelligent tend to speak calmly and with room for their knowledge to evolve or change than those who speak assuredly with such ignorant gusto!


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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 16th 2015

The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime ... Food pouch recovered by the little culprit himself!


 

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 15th 2015

I give little Z a baby food pouch, which I just let him suck out of the pouch - smoothie style.

The result of setting him loose with it and getting distracted for a few minutes is that the entire family spent a good part of the afternoon on a 'treasure hunt' to find an abandoned (and open) baby food pouch. All to no avail.

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 14th 2015

Having a third child has changed my life ambitions from "becoming a writer" to getting a haircut, or perhaps just going to the toilet, uninterrupted, for 2 minutes. 

It has also meant that I pull out balloon pumps and belt buckles from my purse in the middle of a restaurant, to provide entertainment for little Z who would rather buckle and unbuckle a belt than play with toys designated for his age.

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 12th 2015

Lately, I've been feeling like this particular character from Sandra Boynton's book "Happy Hippo, Angry Duck," that little Z repeatedly asks me to read to him.

In the afternoon the weather was wonderful, and when we stepped out into the back yard, I felt the joy that only one of life's simple pleasures can bring. Gorgeous French lavender growing beautifully.

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 9th 2015

I don't really care what the groundhog said about more winter, it's Spring here for me!

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Diary of a Confused Mom: February 6th 2015

Came across this quote today and it just seemed to perfectly fit my mood and circumstances.

“If parents wish to preserve childhood for their own children, they must conceive of parenting as an act of rebellion against culture.” 

~Neil Postman

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