You Be The Judge


Recently our mornings are a little more hectic than normal, we run out of time to get all of our morning ablutions completed, arguments and tears ensue, and it’s bordering on chaos. I suspect a couple of culprits need to be brought to trial for shortening our “breakfast time.”

Suspect number one, the weather. It’s colder outside, which I know doesn’t affect the indoor temperature, but for some reason cuddling in a warm bed seems so much more enticing when it’s cold outside. So, my six year-old cuddles with me when he gets up from his bed. And I love it. Nothing is sweeter than two little arms awkwardly wrapped around your head, forcing bed head into your face. As sweet as it is, it does cut into our breakfast time.

Suspect number two, a new addition to our family. Azul has a new friend to play with, we gave him a Kindle Fire Tablet. It’s his, and he knows it, and he likes to point out that it is “my tablet” every chance he gets. There are still rules on asking permission before downloading anything and he can only play it in the Living Room or Kitchen area, not in his room. But, like any other new toy, he insists on playing it all the time. Which also means during breakfast time, our already short breakfast time, he is playing and not eating, and then we have rush to get dressed. UGH!

Judging the situation, changes needed to be made, and as I struck my imaginary gavel in my head, I said, “Morning time is for two things, having breakfast and getting dressed, then if there is extra time you can play.” Oh, I’m a real hard ass! I might have even called him “my Love” during the issuing of the verdict.

Well, he didn’t take his sentencing lightly and stormed off to self-imposed solitary confinement in his room. Soon, he returned with an appeal.

This is a picture of Azul at the counter eating breakfast (this one is x-ed out), the second is the same with the addition of him playing on the tablet (this one is checked).

This is a picture of Azul at the counter eating breakfast without and with the tablet. The one without the tablet is x-ed out, the second one with him playing on the tablet and eating is checked.

“I have a complaint!” was his vocal companion to the formal written declaration. Although the court recognized the objection (with a proud grin and a mommy giggle), it was nevertheless denied. The evidence against the cuddling was also thrown out.

Court dismissed.

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Tis’ the Season!


It’s that time of year again, holiday parties, holiday brews and holiday cocktails, all in the spirit of the season. Don’t get me wrong, I love this time of year, and other than the word “holiday,” I do my best to give it my all every season.

From January 10, 2013

Last night I asked Azul, my five year-old, if he drank all of his milk and he replied, “I’d…mumble…mumble.”

Not understanding the “mumble” I said, “You dumped it?”

He answered, “I drunk it. Drunk is my favorite word!”

I nodded and thought, me too.

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Tub Time


Some days are better than others and today was planned to be one of the better ones! I had it all figured out, everything under control. I had just enough time to relax in the bath this morning.

First, get my six year-old’s breakfast ready and serve it casual style (in front of the TV on the coffee table in the living room), check.

Next, turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas, he loves A Charlie Brown Christmas (which will give me about twenty minutes of me time), check.

Now, I run to my room, into the bathroom and turn on the bath water, HOT.

Bath Bomb is in! Bubbles are starting to form. Oh, I can’t wait. Come on tub fill up, I don’t have much time! I think while entranced by the water flowing from the spout.

“Maaameeee!” Azul’s bellow snapped me out of it.

“Yes, my love.” I said while heading back out to the living room to face my parental duties.

Whoa! To my surprise I was met in the hall by a naked little boy. “I want to take a bath,” he explained.

“I thought you were eating?” I probably sounded more exasperated than I meant to.

He replied, pushing his belly out in front of him as far as he could and rubbing it, “I’m full.”

“Okay. Let’s go fill up your tub, but first I’m going to turn my water off.” So, with my quiet time on hold we get Azul ready for his bath.

Thirty minutes full of bubbles, washing body parts and hair, and some playing went by as slow as you could imagine. All I wanted was a quick soak.

Azul is now out of the tub, oiled up, hair combed, with robe on and says, “Can I have a good boy bath treat?”

“You still have to eat your breakfast, then you can.” His breakfast was the only audience in front of the TV with the DVD’s menu running on repeat.

I follow him into the living room, make sure he is good, and set-up Charlie Brown again. Okay, we’re all good!

Now, I can continue where I left off, I turn my water back on, light the candles I have strategically placed around the tub to create a relaxing ambiance, and “Maaameeee!”


I yelled back from my bathroom, “What, my love?”

Still in separate rooms, he yelled, “Can I have a good boy bath treat?”

“Did you finish breakfast?” I was not going to get tricked into going back to the living room, not this time.

The yelling continued, “Yes, I did.”

More yelling, “Then yes you can. I’m jumping into the tub, okay.” Spa music is now playing on Pandora.

“Okay,” he yelled back one last time.

I slide into the warm water filled with bubbles, start getting comfortable and … sit on something! I reach into my perfectly planned escape and pull out a wet sudsy plastic green army man! Why wouldn’t I?

Good grief Charlie Brown.

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