The Dance Party.



So, we had a dance party at our house last night.

Here is what I am observing about dance when it involves a seven and nine year old:

You can’t snicker while you watch them. You just can’t. They totally pick up on it. And then, the dancing is over, and that’s sad.

Red dances like he’s Ellen from Seinfeld. This is a feat to behold and also makes me wonder if he needs medication but you know.

Blonde goes for a much cooler approach. He just stands really still and tries to feel the beat of the music, and then, ever once in awhile he kind of erupts into spasms. I wonder if he needs medication too.

We listened to this song over five times in a row:


And then, somehow, Elsa came into the mix. She does that. She’s such a diva for attention.

Anyhow, she starts nasally crooning about the “First Time In Forever,” and then, belts out:

“Why have a ballroom with no balls?”

To which Red answers:

“What, bouncy balls? WHERE?”

And that kinda shut down the whole thing because Momsie was dissolving into giggles.

And that’s how we do dance parties at our house. It’s off the hook, yo.





I’m walking the boys home the other day and noticing the trees. All the oranges and reds and yellows. It’s your basic God’s glory kind of material. The usual off-the-hook stuff that He specializes in.

And I’m all:



Prancing home in the leaves, like a happy little Leonardo.

Also, since Halloween is on Monday, we are having one of those “Dress Crazy Every Day Because This Will Help Us Not Do Drugs” weeks at school. Because Halloween is scary, and so are drugs. And dressing up is fun!

Ok, I am not, my friends, providing any snark about this. Ok, maybe just a little, but it’s from MY end, not the kids’. The kids are cute and adorable and yes, we need to tell them about drugs. But, just a note: Sometimes, when I am trying to find the ONE Captain America glove that has curled up in a little ball and is hibernating VERY SUCCESSFULLY in our house, at 6:46 am, and yes, I know, it’s Superhero Day and if a Superhero doesn’t wear his gloves then he’s Captain Loser and the world has lost all meaning… Sometimes? It’s at times like these that I, just for a teensy tiny minute, think something like this:

“I might really like to have some of those drugs right now.”

Irony, eh? It’s here to keep hitting us upside the head every once in a while. Helps us feel alive.

And I know. I’m awful. I promise I won’t take up drugs just because we didn’t get organized enough to find all the Captain America accessories (of which there are more than BARBIE has, for the Love of Thor). That would just be silly. Hugs, not drugs.

ANYHOW. Back to Fall, where we take the Obligatory Pictures of Children in Costumes (these are of Superhero #2, also known as Flash, which is SO not really in his personality profile, but for the time that he did wear the costume, he did actually TRY a few times to be quick while moving at the same time. He ran into a wall. It was endearing.)

I like to call this series:

The Dog Gets Increasingly Embarrassed


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Oh, and there was Crazy Hair Day. Also known as: Spray a lot of Glitter on my Children Day and Hope They Don’t Get Close to An Open Flame.

I took this picture of a rather grumpy Red:


And I realized something….

He kinda looked like:


Which, as you KNOW… is part of the cast for this classic:



So, I am reminded, logically….



Thank you for staying with me through my thought process on this post, which was brought to you by:

  1. Allergy medication
  2. NO other drugs
  3. Possibly a little glitter


Merry Christmas Music Eve!!

I’m coming for you, Joshie!




Monday Manuscript

Screen Shot 2013-11-03 at 4.28.11 PMHere it is… December 2.

Wait, what?

Well, just so you know, I have my advent book all ready to go and we’ve been reading and discussing.  Blonde is working in a diorama…

Last night my children made an entire Nativity scene out of marshmallows and some fresh greenery.

And we have also memorized the birth of Jesus in Luke.  Not bad for a 3 and a 5 year old, eh?

Oh come on, I am completely full of tinsel.  (chortle).

We got back from our weekend of family and gluttony and in all the post gluttony haze, I realized – HOLY CHRISTMAS CANNOLI, IT’S DECEMBER ALREADY!  HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?

If you are feeling a bit wobbly from this sudden attack of December, take heart.  Relax.  Take a breath.

Celebrate Christmas with help from my author friend, Franziska Macur.  She has written a gem of an advent book for children.  It’s sweet, simple, and it has fun little activities and even (gasp) crafts that I might be able to handle (meaning:  NO GLITTER IS INVOLVED.  AT ALL. PRAISE JESUS.)

Go here to read more about Charlie and Noel.  You’ll be glad you did.  And don’t worry, you still have time to start an advent season that really is an ADVENT season, and not just a survival of December and all its overboard merriment.  I love merriment just as much as anybody, but it can get a little frenetic, this merry time of year.

Charlie and Noel will keep you grounded.  Cuddle up with your little ones and enjoy!

And, speaking of merry:

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HAPPY DECEMBER!  I GET TO LISTEN TO PANDORA CHRISTMAS MUSIC NOW!  (I have five stations all devoted to Christmas – it’s very important, to have a variety. )

Saturday and So Long, NaBloPoMo

NaBloPoMerry Christmas!

NaBloPoMo!!!!  Gesundheit!!!

It’s the last day of November, and therefore, it’s also farewell to my nut-ball experiment:  Post Every Day for the Month of November because I have Issues and Must Write About Them.

NaBloPoMo was thought up by Blogher – a lovely group of women who blog and then make other women blog too… and the love keeps spreading.  Sorta like a rash.  I have been posting every day this month and I tell you… there are days when coming up with something of interest has been…  interesting.

Here were some possible posts that did NOT occur this month:

Do I really, REALLY need to go to the dentist?

Where are my keys?

Do you need to go potty?

Do I?

There is a strange smell behind the couch; what do you think it could be?

If you give a mouse a cookie, will it die?

Is it possible that “losing my marbles” is painless and maybe even… pleasant?

Where are my keys?

Instead, I decided to go for something really creative.  Something that’s never been done, I am pretty sure, on the old interwebs before.  And we all know, if it hasn’t been here on the interwebs, it didn’t happen.

My Gratitude List:

(What, you say people have done this BEFORE?  PREPOSTEROUS! But, here’s the catch:  I’m gonna post about this AND cutifie it somehow, perhaps with a MASON JAR? And then post it on Pinterest!)

I know. I am on fire here.  Truly an original, Momsie.

Here’s the thing:  Gratitude lists are important.   Every morning I text three of my dearest friends things that I am grateful for – it’s kinda a calibration for my day.  Gratitude and practicing it is like a daily visit to the chiropractor.   Readjustment is key.  Attitude is key.  Life is hard.  Chin up and stay grateful, even if it’s for things as small as:

1.  Coffee.  Fresh ground.  Because it pairs well with this:

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Pairings:  Bold Italian Roast?  Romans. A happy breakfast blend?  Psalms.Leftover cold and bitter ?  Lamentations.  Late night decaf?       Song of Solomon, of course.

2.  My family back home.  My mom, my dad, my sisters, my brother.  They are my rock, and my foundation.  And they provide loads of material for this blog.  They are all mine, I tell you, and I love them.

3.  Daily runs on my treadmill in my scary basement.  Our basement is where crickets go to die.  But the treadmill don’t care.

4.  My Ipod WHILE I run.  And: Abba, the Bee Gees, Queen, a little Olivia Newton John (Xanadu soundtrack, anyone?) and possibly a smidge of Supertramp.

5.  Jars of Clay, Mandisa, Plumb, and my other Christian groups that I also rock to while running.  It is disconcerting to lose ones footing while shouting “Amen! Yes Lord!” but so far Jesus has kept me upright.  Amen!  Thank you, Jesus!

6.  My boys’ ability to show up every morning, jammied,  mussed and adorable.  They smell like puppies.  The cuteness really is overwhelming for about forty-five minutes, SOLID.

7.  Oh, and this guy:

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It’s Red’s hat. This is love, friends. Or the signs of Alzheimer’s. Take your pick.

8.  Key Lime pie.  It’s important.

9.  Furballs.  This one visits us every day and puts his fat furball paws up on our front door and stares inside, all accusingly, like “Why do you not come and pet me? I am adorable!”  (I imagine this all in a French accent.)

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I am beeutiful, no? Oui.

10.  Christmas music.  Pretty much any type, style, and flavor *

11.  (British accent now):  Masterpiece Theatre.  Crikey Moses.  It’s blooming brilliant.  (Cringe.  I know. I am not British.  I apologize if you are and you are now reading this shouting something at me in your beautiful accent.)

12.  Hmmm…. did I mention this guy?photo 2

13.  And this one?

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14.  And well, all of ’em.

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*I draw a line at this one.   And you do realize I had to sit through the whole thing to make sure it wasn’t weird, so I could post it here.  That’s dedication, my friends.

Monday “Manuscript.” And my most annoying post yet.

NaBloPoMerry Christmas!

NaBloPoMerrrrrrrry Christmas!

Are you fed up with the over commercialization of Christmas?

Do you already feel the need to subtly knock over the Home Depot Christmas tree display, just to see if a possible domino affect could occur?

Do you secretly admire the Grinch for his gung-ho spirit and excellent driving skills?

Has it occurred to you that soon you will again have to explain the whole Santa vs. Jesus thing?

Has your Christmas cheer been chumped?


Well,  you have come to the wrong place.  (But, please, don’t stop reading.) Listen up! I am here to provide you with two great options for gift-giving!  I am pulling the old “I am totally ignoring you” thing when it comes to no Christmas yet.  My husband is a pro at this, so it’s his fault this whole post is occurring.  You can email HIM if you want to lodge a complaint:

And NOW (big flourish with some tinsel) – I give you THIS:

Come on!  Shuffle off that mortal coil of It’s-Not-Even-Thanksgiving-Yet-So-Knock-It-Off-With-The-Christmas-Stuff-itis.



Embrace the Meowy Christmas, OK?  Give it a good scratch under its chin.  Is it not a purrfect gift idea?

You’re welcome.  For the pun and the music.  This blog has so many layers of complexity, doesn’t it?

*Small print:  If after reading this you have a strange desire to pat a ball of yarn around or curl up on your husband’s sweater and stay there for about 14 hours, my work here is done.

**Smaller print:  I was in no way reimbursed for my support of the Jingle Cats.   So, call me, Jingle Cats.  I could use a sponsor, furry or otherwise.

*** Smallest print: It is possible that today’s post was fueled by too much coffee and not enough sleep.  And, ok, I’ll confess:  I snuck a listen to my Pandora Christmas station.  Pandora Christmas:  the gateway drug.  Next stop —  Ugly Christmas Sweaters and: