The Date.

The Boss is all boy. He is noisy, messy, curious and never stops moving. He is baseball, Spiderman, dirt, football and of course, Green Day. He is sports and rock concerts. But the Boss? He loves him some Cinderella.

I don’t mean he loves Cinderella, I mean he looooooooves Cinderella. He watches the movies on repeat (Did you know there was a 2 and a 3? I didn’t but now I can recite them line by line), he pours over the books, staring at her picture. He is in love with Cinderella. He repeatedly requests a Prince Charming costume and calls me Princess Mommy. Princess Mommy? Be still my heart.

I got him a damn Prince costume.

There is a girl in his class at school who is more benevolent dictator than princess, and by that I mean she is awesome. She at 5 knows more what she wants than I do at…well, more than I do. The moment he enters the classroom she say “Max! Come play!” and he says “Yes Leah!” I was not surprised when he asked if she could come over to play and maybe she could wear a dress and be his princess.

{Leah in action. Photo by moi}

Go ahead, make the Princess Leah joke to yourself, it’s inevitable.

A quick email to her mom and the date was set! Oh, he was so excited.  The countdown till Saturday when The Princess (as she was heretofore known) was on and impatience was the word of the week. Finally, the day came and the countdown till the Princesses arrival was a mere hour. The house was cleaned and he was bathed, teeth brushed and Prince Costume on. The costume had been slightly modified to match Daddy’s outfit on our wedding day, which actually made him look like an Amish Prince, but let’s not get distracted from the heart-wrenching awesomeness of it all! So. Suddenly he asks if he can go outside and pick The Princess some flowers. He MUST have some flowers for The Princess, he simply must! And because grandmothers are the way grandmothers are; his grandmother rushed to the store to get him a bouquet of flowers.

{my tattooed Prince Max}

He was nervous. So nervous. He stood looking out the window, waiting for a glimpse, the bouquet of flowers clutched behind his back. We took pictures and he patiently smiled and posed, and I thought this is what Prom will be like. I was caught in that mom emotion of wanting to smile so wide my face will break and wanting to cry that it is simply going to fast. But before I could wrap him in my arms to tell him I loved him The Princess arrived! She came right in and showed us her dress and fancy shoes. Boss handed her the flowers and she thanked him politely as her mother and I both died a little. Then she grabbed his hand and said “Show me your house!” and off they went! There were laughs, and screams of joy, jumping on the couch and playing with every toy in our home. The best of all was that the loyal Footman Huckleberry was included in everything. I came downstairs once to find Boss sneaking his arm around her waist. WHAT THE WHAT??? Later in a moment of quiet I heard her say “thank you for the flowers Prince Max.”

After she left and he and I were snuggled up for bedtime I asked if he had fun and he said yes. Then he said “I love you Princess Mommy”, slipped his hand into mine and drifted off to sleep.

He’s still mine. For now.

The week that was…

1. Huck and Mommy had a date at the mall which ended with Hip Hop Huck drinking his milk and driving all while giggling “go! go!”
2. He’s not staying. He just swung by to grab some coffee before his big meeting. direct quote.
3. Huck started saying “Bubble” which is more like buhbuh but we will take what we can get!
4. The Boss had a play date and got her some flowers. Story next week. But OMG YOU GUYS.
5. Redskins. Sigh. But The Dulli Boys had a good time and I could listen to Boss insist everyone “CUDDLE UP!” all the livelong day. I have threatened Zach upon penalty of death not to correct him. Cuddle it is!
6. “I don’t want you to read to me. I just want to look at it myself!” Well okay then.
7. So…the brekkie goes in my tummy? Flower in ear courtesy of The Cat In The Hat Carmen Miranda scene.
8. SAG Screeners started coming in and made me one of the WOO girls. As in “WOOOOOOOOO!”
9. Fashion Sense. Huck has it. (Also I am going to nibble those thighs. Juicy deliciousness!)

If you follow me on instagram you’ve possibly seen all these before, but I thought it might be nice to keep track of the week all in one place!

This one gets it’s own spot. Boss wrote this, it says “I love Mommy” and I am going to keep it for eternity.

What was your week like?


Are you ready for some football?

I have been accused, on more than one occasion, of being a girly girl. Guilty. As. Charged. Which is SUPER great seeing as I am surrounded by boys. Even the cat is a boy. I am alone in girly ness in my household save for my über girly sister-in-law and mother-in-law, but most of the time it’s me and a bunch of boys.

Perhaps it may shock some of you who know of my penchant for ballet flats, white fluffy bedding, tiaras, and all things Scarlett O’Hara that I love sports. While I do love the boys of  summer, the boys of fall and the men of March Madness and have even loved a few of them, I have zero athletic ability of my own. I was the girl who was frequently ‘sick’ during gym class. I mean catch a ball? Gimme a break, that’s never gonna happen. And I mean it, I can’t even catch the ball when my sweet Boss throws it to me!

I’ve given up all hope of participating myself, but watching? Yes, please. I grew up with the sounds of John Elway and the Broncos as my weekend soundtrack and to this day just having football on the television makes me happy. Unless it’s the Cowboys or the Raiders and then it makes me stabby. I find now that I am surrounded by boys that weekend football is a whole new experience and I gotta say…I dig it. I dig the whole set up, nachos, grilling, chips, hanging out together, my kids half snuggling half acting out the game as it happens.

Then last year something happened, 3 years after moving to D.C. – I started REALLY caring how the Redskins did. Hail to the Redskins!  (although I do confess to sneaking on to Pinterest on the old iPhone sometimes during the games. Twitter too, I am addicted. BUT I tweet about the game so really I am just enjoying football with even more fans, right?)

I love Fall, I crave sweaters and leggings and cuddling up on the couch with my family and just relaxing. Football is the perfect reason to just stop everything and hang out together. And maybe make some veggie chili. Y’know how it is.

What about you? Do you like the Cowboys? If so, can we still be friends even though I think you are seriously misguided in your football love?

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photo credit wikicommons 


Mom in Chief. That’s me.

Yesterday I won the gold medal in mom-dom. At least in the morning. We all woke up on time. Everyone ate breakfast. I got to drink my coffee while it was hot.I only had to threaten to take away baseball once. All children got dressed without fights. And I got to take a shower in the morning.  We made it to preschool on time and after we dropped Boss off, Huck made it quite clear he wanted a morning nap…so..


What to do with that. I had already showered (amazing, I cannot get over that. It’s the small victories, people) so I got my suburban mom on and clipped some coupons in anticipation of a trip to the mother ship. Target.

I know, you guys are like forget those awesome fashionable  Mormon mom blogs! Minky is where it’s at y’all. The excitement is palpable, non?

Then my Birthday Twin and sister in law sent me a text:
 It’s slightly sad the happiness I get from knowing that boot season is coming back

Ah, me too Kelly. Me too. Again, its the little things.

I wonder if I can find a coupon for boots? Because THAT would really tie things together.

Home again home again….

ah. we are home after a glorious weekend in Ohio to see our beautiful cousin Chelsea get married! I always hoped when I got married I would love my husband’s family and they would love me and this trip solidified the belief that we do love each other. It’s lovely to be with them and this was one exciting and tiring weekend!
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Chelsea, who clearly has infinite faith in me, asked me to be the official wedding photographer along with my father in law, Bob-Bob. I was so proud of myself I shot on manual the whole time. I studied hard so I wouldn’t disappoint her and I got some great shots! Some crap ones too…but let’s not discuss that, as those will never see the light of day. I’m learning more every day and the shots I take today are better than the ones from yesterday, this both thrills and annoys me as I see how I could have done things better.
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The day after the wedding we all dragged on over to cousin Jeff’s house for a pool party, it was the perfect way to come down from the wedding high. Boss got further swimming at this party than he did in 12 weeks of swim class! He had so much fun!
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and Huckleberry? Well, after a dip in the pool he did something unheard of for a little Boo…he took an impromptu nap on his Aunt Robin. So sweet.
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(she will hate that picture but I adore it. So sweet!)
We spent the next day with my Mother in Law’s family and the kids had SO much fun and patiently allowed me to take pictures of them while they played.
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We even attempted a picture of all of them at once.
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They had a glorious time playing together! Although poor Huck spent a lot of time like this:
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Soon enough buddy, soon enough.

Everyone needs about ten million naps and even more loads of laundry done, but we are glad to be home. And very soon we will be ready to go back!

The Dark Side.

The air has been hot and heavy. You don’t so much walk around in it as you struggle to push your way through it, thick as cream soup, calves burning from the heat radiating upwards from the cement. It’s miserable. It’s claustrophobic.
Sometimes I feel as if the house is collapsing around me. The walls get smaller and closer to me and the ceiling lowers with every breath I take until I am hunched over trying not to be suffocated. Usually that’s when I plan an escape. We pack a stroller and walk around the lake to feed some ducks and hit a playground. Or we head to the mall, the children’s play area both a haven and the 7th circle of hell simultaneously.
This week there was no escaping. We were home bound and at the mercy of the air conditioning repair men who turned up sweaty and scraggly, tattooed with lovely manners.

They smiled at the boys and called me ma’am.


Sometimes staying at home is a rough gig. Sometimes I’m lonely. Sometimes the only adult I speak with all day is a stranger-made-friend on twitter.
140 characters can sometimes save my sanity.

The boys were hot and cranky. Huckleberry is now mobile and into everything. Specifically everything Boss is into. A small brother on your imaginary baseball field can put a real damper on your game.
“watch out for Baboo!” I say for the 20 millionth time that day as the baseball bat swings quickly over his small head.
“see Mommy, it goes OVER him.”

We are Melting. Mentally, emotionally, physically. All of us, and there seems to be no escape. Sleep is impossible, fingers and toes feeling swollen, full of hot water, hard to bend. Cranky, wanting to find comfort in snuggles but burning up with each touch
Then this morning: rain.

The heatwave breaks and the air conditioner softly hums cooling our skin. The walls recede, the ceiling lifts and we can snuggle together once more. We can all breathe again.
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Finally we rest.

Treat Yo Self

The day after Susan passed away the two teeth that had been driving Huck to distraction finally popped through. His first two chompers.

And after 2 and a half months of my incessant calling; the neurologist finally gave us the results of our Huckleberry’s EEG. Normal.

And there was much celebrating in the land.

I seriously think Susan got to heaven and got to work, because there were so many stories that we shared just like this at the funeral. Perhaps it’s just those of us left behind looking for signs and reasons why. But I choose to think that Susan, a mother to her very core, free from this mortal coil, tied up some loose ends.
She was my role model and she still is.

Have a wonderful weekend! Hug your kids, have some fun and as they say on Parks and Rec “Treat yo self!”


A special treat for the Boss

I picked Boss up from preschool and was told with big smiles all around that he went potty all by himself at school! He was so proud of himself that my heart practically burst. And so it was with that in mind we headed off to Starbucks for a very special treat.

It had nothing to do with the fact that I wanted a latte at all. Promise.

“It’s like snow…in a cup!”
Special treat

“it makes my brain cold!”
Sweet boy

Sweet boy. He’s growing up so fast!

Sum Up Vol. one

This week we were singing along with the Holiday tunes on the radio in the car. The Boss growing ever frustrated that he did not know the words, waited patiently for a break in the song and then sang out “TODAY!” you know, like 588-2300 Empire TODAY.  He slays me.

He and Huckleberry hold hands now. He lines his Smurfs up so they hold hands too.

He is growing like a weed and everyday he is bigger and smarter than the day before, but when he really wants something he still signs ‘more’ just like he did when we was very little. My heart swoons at that.

He is incredibly snuggly in the morning. He thinks that sitting on his potty is the perfect place for some cereal. He takes time out of his busy schedule to make sure I know just where the Starbucks is.

Huckleberry is six months old today. How did this happen?Clear proof that time is not constant. Six months when you’re pregnant lasts an age. Six months of baby love is a blink of an eye. He is teething. It sucks. He can almost sit up and I no longer keep him in his car seat but take him out and put him in the shopping cart and stroller. So big! He is very patient with my tiny shoes for Huckie obsession. He looks at me with stars in his eyes, watching me wherever I go. But The Boss is his favorite.

Favorite memory this week: Boss got a Buzz and Woody punching bopper bag (or whatever you call em, you know what I mean right?) after a particularly successful potty training day and he was punching it and cracking himself up. Huck started laughing, not just a giggle or two but a full on laughing fit. This only made The Boss amp it up and honestly we encouraged him and soon the room was filled with the joyful shrieks of the big brother and the hysterical laughter of the little brother.

Please let me hear that often. It’s good for what ails me.

a blog post by Huckleberry.

My mom brought home a wicked weird thing and made me sit in it. I’m five months old now (TODAY thank you very much) so mom is all on this kick that I like, exercise and play and stuff.

At first I was like WHOA.


Then I was like huh…

picnikfile_1FzSQEThen I spit up.

So I got a new outfit, some kisses and a song sung to me.

Then I was like I’m more comfortable here:
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I know when she takes out that little rectangle thing to be real cute. She gets all squeally and then she picks me up and snuggles me.

I’ve got a pretty good gig going over here. If I have to hang out in some excersaucer once in a blue moon, so be it. You guys could learn something from my braveness. Try something new. Maybe you’d like a go in my saucer?It’s pretty bad ass.