Dear Santa

Dear Santa, Define "Naughty"

A certain 3 1/2 year old boy has been really pushing the limits of “nice” this holiday season. It is still up in the air whether Santa will be leaving anything beyond coal. We shall see.

But really, it is hard to be mad at that little face for too long.

Stupid Goats Woke Up My Baby

A 2 month old goat kid in a field of capeweed.

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The damn goats next door woke up my napping son today. And it’s not the first time it’s happened either.

This is probably not something you hear every day. But it is the reality of where I am living. You’d think I was living in total bumpkin-ville. There may be a lot of farm land surrounding my town, but really it’s not that bad. I live in a traditional looking house in a traditional looking suburban neighborhood. My property just happens to be bordered on 3 sides by a property owned by “Farmer Bob”, who may possibly be starting a zoo.

I can go on about the weirdo things “Farmer Bob” has been doing of on his property, but will not go there now. Rumor has it that he wants to start a horse farm on his property, and has one sad looking horse I see roaming around behind the chain link fence. He also had chickens with a lovely rooster that crowed all hours of the night. Now, there are goats.

I first noticed about a dozen goats wandering around on his property about a month ago. Didn’t think much of them other than, “Holy cow! That is a lot of goats!” And we would take the little one to the fence and show him the goats and tell him what sound they made. Baaa! So cute, right? Great teaching moment, right?

Well recently, I have noticed how loud these things are when they are hanging out close to the fence line. BAAA! BAAA! I have especially noticed this now that we had the A/C off and the windows open. Bordering on annoying. And has become a nap interrupter.

Now, nap times are very precious to me. They have been since my son was a newborn. As a busy work at home mother, I NEED those nap times to accomplish as much client work, laundry, dishes, etc as I can in that 2 hour time period. And my lovely son takes 2 of these blessed naps a day still. I will weep on the day that he stops this.

My son was sleeping blissfully, and then 45 minutes in, there is some apparent goat fight happening right behind the fence. And apparently, the babe can’t sleep through incessant “BAAAs” going on outside his windows. Crap! And now he is super cranky because he didn’t get enough of a nap. Double crap! My uninterrupted work time is going out the window today.

I am so hate those goats right now.

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The Things We Do As Moms

Tic Tac, Sir?
Image by camknows via Flickr

The things we do for our kids just to keep them happy…

I was that mom today that bought her kid a pack of Tic Tacs in the checkout aisle, just to keep him occupied.

Yep, that was me.

Orange Tic Tacs.

It was all I could do to keep him from ripping down everything from of the magazine rack, grabbing every item on the candy rack, or the conveyor belt with my stuff on it. But I put that magic box of Tic Tacs in his hand, and he shook them and waved them around with delight. And, the teether that he is, he put the box in his mouth. I had to pry the precious box out of his hands to give to the guy to pay for it, which was met with the quickest batch of crocodile tears I’ve ever seen. Luckily that was short lived.

I don’t even like orange Tic Tacs.

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