When our dog attacked our daughter two weeks ago, I thought it was inevitable that he would be euthanized at the end of his 10-day waiting period. After all, he attacked a child and bit her multiple times – all unprovoked. Surely, if any dog needed to be put down it would be one that’s aggressive toward humans – especially when unprovoked.
Apparently, that is not the case.
And now a scene from “Driving Home From Target: A Suburban Mom Documentary”:
Ultra G: Do you think the water’s going to be cold at swimming tomorrow?”
Me: Not sure, honey. It’s heated, but it is February.
Super A: It’s March, Mom.
Me: That’s what I meant. It’s March. And it’s cold. And I just want a car with heat on the driver’s side so my hands won’t turn blue.
(Insert silence and children looking at one another.)
Ultra G: Yeah, okay. But do you think the water will be cold?
Me: Probably, but you’ll be fine.
You know, I debated the name “One Great Mom” for a long time and I’d actually had the domain registered since 2010, but, obviously, just really began using it. Why? Well, because it sounds kind of pompous and most days I feel anything but great. But here’s a classic example of greatness in action.
Get ready. It’s good.
Paint in a Bag - oh yeah, baby.
So, last week I was searching for activities for Sweet Pea to do while the boys worked on their schoolwork. She often ends up coloring, tracing letters,
playing games working on learning apps on the iPad, and playing with Play Doh. She’s bored out of her skull happy and content, but I really wanted to give her some other options.
My Loves. Photo by the very talented Nathan Lawrenson
“You’re a great mom,” Sweet Pea said to me last night at dinner.
I stared at her, homemade pizza midway to my mouth, and raised my eyebrows. Less than 30 minutes before I’d been
yelling at redirecting her to stop pinching her brothers and, really, great was the last thing I was feeling.