April B.

I'm going to come clean about something I take a lot of flak for. I feel like, because my position on this is somewhat different from that of most, people are quick to insert their unwanted views or try and win me over to their way of thinking. But I probably feel more strongly about this one stance, than anything else. I don't feel the need to defend my position. But I do feel the need to explain

"Ancay ouyay eakspay igpay atlinay?" I asked my kids one morning this week after catching the tail end of a Phinneas and Ferb episode where they make up their own version of pig latin called "Ferb Latin." It gave me an idea...wouldn't it be hysterical if I first freaked my kids out by speaking only pig latin to them and then pretending nothing unusual was happening... and then,

So this happened this week: While riding in the car, a Hyundai commercial played on the radio. To which my 6-year-old daughter asked, "Which day of the week is Hyundai? I never heard of it before!"

We bought some new fly swappers this week. The flies are maddening right now. Thus, the need for additional fly swappers. Seems my kids have a knack for swapping flies and they love to do it. More fly swappers were required to end the feuding over who gets to be the insect executioner.

Now that August has arrived, it's back to back-to-school shopping. When I was a kid, it was all about having the coolest Trapper Keeper. The Trapper Keeper was the iPhone of the 80's preteen. It held folders and paper and it had a clipboard and you could even stuff photos inside the plastic cover. I vividly remember ogling the Lisa Frank designed Trapper Keepers and begging my mom to spend the $5

Do you ever wonder how you got here?

So, this conversation happened this week: Oldest Daughter: "I don't like chicken nuggets." Me: "Yes, you do." Oldest Daughter: "No, I don't." Me: "Yes, you do. You've never once said you don't like them" Oldest Daughter: "Yes, I have! I only like the other kind."

It's been one of those weeks. I seem to have a lot of those weeks, lately. And, as I walked out of the house totally annoyed and overwhelmed and feeling pulled in 15 directions, I rolled my eyes, hearing the familiar tone signalling an incoming text. What now?! I glanced at my phone, saw this meme, stopped in my tracks, snorted and then laughed like a hyena.

It seems like I've written this exact line 105 times. Boys are a whole 'nother animal. After I wrote just two short weeks ago about raising a husband, it seems I've got a long road to go before my little man resembles a gentleman, or from the way things are going this week, even a human. My sweet little boy has a new afternoon teacher at his daycare center and, from what I can glean, he's really b

The other day I saw a mother (about my age) peacefully milling about a local department store, her three children (about my kids' ages) obediently in tow like little ducklings.

You know it's bad when you haven't had time to get a haircut in seven months and you have to skip lunch to find the time to do it. Why is it when the going gets tough, we moms often stop taking care of ourselves to make more time to take care of everyone else? I mean, when you have to skip eating to do one little thing for yourself, that's about as oxymoronic as you can get.

My middle child will graduate from kindergarten next week. And a little part of me is dreading it in a big way.