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I often read mom blogs who are dealing with one, maybe two, children who are in their toddler years, and how difficult it can be.  I can’t help but chuckle at them because they have no clue what’s coming.  Hahaha!  I huff-and-puff about raising one child in the middle of puberty and two small kids who are in their terrible two’s, and I’m tellin’ ya here first, wrangling a three year old ain’t nothing compared to raising a teenager.  Teenagers are argumentative, emotional, sneaky, and are constantly seeking that line between independence and ticking off their parents.

(I told my friend once to imagine it and she told me she didn’t want to.  I can’t blame her.)



We heard the first sounds of puberty a couple of weeks ago, i.e., his voice is cracking. 

He is also changing in a lot of other ways, too.  His facial hair is darkening above his lip, he has hit a growth spurt and is nearly as tall as I am. He eats his weight in food every single day, often eating more than my grown husband!  Seriously, this kid creates mountains out of his mashed potatoes.  His foot is the same size as mine, and I wear an 8.  He is becoming a bit more self conscious about his appearance and his odor. (hallelujah!)  He is finally taking showers on his own accord.  He told me that he could smell himself and that it wasn’t pleasant.  Cracked me up.  He is also in that,– I must sleep for 16 straight hours,– sleeping phase.  Remember that?  I don’t think it ever left me. Ha!

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There are many things I’ve forgotten about, concerning puberty, and there are plenty of awkward conversations to look forward to in the near future.  But there is a bestselling book that has seemed to help him understand a little more about what his body is going through.  It’s a book that is really, really, really, easy for him to understand and makes him feel confident that everything he is experiencing is normal!  Plus, he can better understand all of our corny puberty jokes that we make him endure all the time. 

If you’re interested in the book, it’s called The Boy’s Body Book, and it’s for ages 9 and up.



I come to redeem myself today.  Last week I boldly promised to write another post the following day, but wouldn’t you know it, the cosmos had other plans.  Our beloved computer has been sounding as if a plane propeller was turning inside of it, so we decided to drop it off at the repair shop before it completely died on us.  Luckily for my wallet, it was a $20 fix.  It was really dusty inside, so it was blown out, and just like that, it now runs like dream. 
To be frank though, if it had died, I would have f-r-e-a-k-e-d out because I am a bad person who doesn’t back up her pictures or files.  I know, I know.  For shame.  I just let the  pictures hog all of our memory, too.  I’m a bad computer owner. 
So anyway, we finally picked her up and welcomed her home yesterday.  I never knew how deep my love is for my computer until it was gone. 
Okay.  So there is my excuse for not sitting down and writing the way I should be.  I would promise to write tomorrow about this and that, but I’m thinking I would be setting myself up again.  Instead, I will t-r-y and catch up tomorrow…at some point.

Brick Wall

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It has been nearly a month since my fingertips have graced my keyboard to write a post.  And if I’m being honest, my previous posts are not entirely brag worthy. 

I’ve hit a brick wall.  I sit at the computer, staring at the blinking cursor, and nothing comes to mind.  I say, “I’ll just write tomorrow.”  But tomorrow comes and it’s the same thing.  It’s not that I don’t have anything to say either.  Quite the opposite.  I have plenty I want to say, I just haven’t said them.  Refer back to the blinking cursor. 

My mind is a total blank of words right now, and I think I will just have to deal with the lack of inspiration.

Just stick with me.  I’m sure my writing will come back to me eventually.

I’ll write tomorrow about what we’ve been up to.  Promise. 

(just don’t expect any literary piece of work. ha!)