Turkey Day
Thanksgiving is this week. You know, that American holiday where everyone goes to Grandma's house and eats too much food. The tradition started with the Pilgrims and was made a holiday by President Lincoln (actually it was considered a national day of Thanksgiving and then made an official holiday in 1941). Well, we live far away from our families in Ohio (helloooo, family!) and we're spending our Turkey Day cooped up in the apartment with the kids. I'll probably decorate for Christmas or find some little crafty thing for the kids to do. Since it's just us, I decided to ask the kids if they had any special requests for dinner on Thurs

Bosses
Miles informed me that I'm not the boss of him. My reply back to him?Oh yeah? Well, you're not the boss of me! After which we exchanged a few, "am toos" and "are nots." I got confused at the end of the argument and now I'm not sure who exactly is supposed to be the boss of whom. Oh wait. Maybe I'm supposed to be the boss of Miles. I am his mother after all.Miles has entered that stage in life where he's refusing to take orders from me. Pick up your toys. I can't. Throw away your trash. No. He will gladl

Sicko
I'm going to start wearing a bio-hazard suit at home. Either that or I'm quarantining the kids in their own room. I normally get a mild cold each winter, but already this fall I've had the flu (I even had a fever -- what??) and a bad cold. Both. The kids have been sick, too. They're the ones who made me sick, hence the reason for the bio-hazard suit. My body needs all the defense it can get.While I'm at it, I wonder if the doctor has a vaccination to protect me against:the germs on my toothbrush after Miles used it to clean the bathroom sinkpoo on my hand. Can I get a new hand? I'll settle for a couple new fingers

Sweet child of mine
Oh that Caitlynn is so funny. She's really flippin hilarious. I set up a blog for her to exercise her creativity skills. Well, that, and she begged me to make her a blog.It all started out nice and innocent, with pictures of Miles and videos of cats. Now, it's turned into something else. She's written (and posted an unflattering picture of me -- thanks, babe) "Ideas to torture your mother."Incidentally, some of the things she's written on the Top 10 list she has actually done to me. I'm not saying which ones, but I will say that I'm not happy when the rug in my bedroom is drenched with water.Read on...

Can Moms be silly?
Or even funny?If we go by social conventions (and what the media tells us), moms are the parent in the house making the rules and ordering everyone around, including daddy. Sure, they may laugh, but in most cases, they are too tired (from all the hard work of being a mom) to make jokes or act silly around the kids. It's easy to make babies giggle -- I'm talking about acting silly around older kids. Seriously, babies don't count here. They are too easy to entertain. I admit to being the control freak in my marriage. I'm not as anal about things as Joe but I am way more controlling when it comes to our family life. I'm the one who sets the rul