Goodnight Moon Fail


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Children's Books, Growing UP, Life Lessons, Nostalgia, Parenting | Posted on 20-11-2015

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You know what they say when you have three children.

The first child eats organic. The second child eats canned food. The third child eats food off the floor.

My need for perfectionism has greatly slipped with each child. However, my adaptability has increased with each.

The first child watches Baby Einstein movies. The second child watches Dora the Explorer. The third child watches The Hangover.

Wait. What?!

My youngest son is ten years old. His brother is sixteen years old. Little boys with big brothers grow up a little faster. To slow things down, I searched my youngest son’s bookcase to read him Goodnight Moon. All I found was the parody Goodnight Goon. (Which is very clever, by the way.)

My son said I had never read him Goodnight Moon.

Wait. What?! Total parenting fail!

Stop everything! I immediately purchased the book on Amazon. When it arrived, I wrote a sweet message to my son on the inside cover. And we read the book together…about eight years too late.

Goodnight moon
Good night cow jumping over the moon
Goodnight light
And the red balloon
Goodnight bears
Goodnight chairs
Goodnight kittens
And goodnight mittens
Goodnight clocks
And goodnight socks
Goodnight little house
And goodnight mouse
Goodnight comb
And goodnight brush
Goodnight nobody
Goodnight mush
And goodnight to the old lady whispering “hush”
Goodnight stars
Goodnight air
Goodnight noises everywhere

What a magical book.

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Ring Around the House


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Pet | Posted on 18-11-2015

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Ring around the tub? No, we have ring around the house.

My dog Otis rubs his sides against the walls and halls, leaving a long, dark ring around the entire house. Much like the cat in the hat and the long, pink ring he leaves around the bath tub.

The children in The Cat in the Hat Comes Back cannot get rid of this ring. The stain transfers to a dress, the wall, shoes, a rug, the bed, the TV, then finally outside into the snow. The mess spreads. It takes Little Cats A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and finally Little Cat Z to clean up the spot.

When I look into Otis’s eyes, I can’t help but laugh at the endless ring around the house. Who needs Little Cat Z when you have paint?

It happens.

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That kissable face!

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 12-11-2015

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My 16-year-old son has mastered the serious pose. The other day, he tried to teach me how to take a serious selfie.

I tried. I looked straight into the camera with a wistful look.

Then I started cracking up.

I simply couldn’t not smile. I’m a smiler. I mean, I have a smiley face sticker on my car.

I read an interesting article stated that “by the 17th century in Europe, it was a well-established fact that the only people who smiled broadly, in life and in art, were the poor, the lewd, the drunk, the innocent, and the entertainment.”


I was curious about why people didn’t smile in old-fashioned photos. Just Google American family 1900 photos. And you’ll see what I mean.

Was it because of poor dental hygiene? Was it because the person had to be still for so long to have a photograph taken?

One article indicated that the primary reason was that people didn’t want to be immortalized for all of history with a goofy grin on their faces.

Yep, that’s me. The goofy grinner.

Mark Twain once said, “A photograph is a most important document, and there is nothing more damning to go down to posterity than a silly, foolish smile caught and fixed forever.”

My digital photo history is screwed! :-)

He tried to teach me how to take a serious selfie. I tried. I couldn't. I'm a smiler.

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What Kind of Flower Are You?


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Daughters, Life, Nature, Personal Growth | Posted on 05-11-2015

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That’s easy. A sunflower. Because they are cheerful and strong.

I asked my 13-year-old daughter the same question. She answered: A sunflower. Because they are tall and unique.

“Happiness held is the seed. Happiness shared is the flower.”

-John Harrigan

What kind of flower are you? And why?

Sun-kissed. #superb_flowers

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He Wore a Pocahontas Dress


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Celebrations, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Holidays, Kids, Life | Posted on 30-10-2015

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Behind-the-scenes one Halloween.

I bought a Pocahontas dress for my youngest son. So he could match his big brother, who proudly spent his own money on the feather headdress.

We pushed “Pocahontas” in a stroller when we went trick-or-treating, refilling his hands with Tootsie roll pops, to keep him happy.

My daughter was a bunny and wore her pink cowgirl boots. We didn’t notice that they were on the wrong feet until three hours later. Clomp, clomp, clomp!

That was one Halloween. There have been dozens of Halloweens with children. Dozens before the children.

Going through old photos of Halloweens past, I enjoy reminiscing. The photos didn’t make me sad. OK, maybe a little.

Where did the time go?? They grow up so fast!! 

Adults always make those comments about children. I think those comments are irritating. I mean, time flies. Children grow. That’s how it works. Enjoy the moments. Enjoy the memories. Move on and have more moments. Make more memories.

While those October 31, 2006 moments (and the candy) were quickly gone, the memories and backstories will always remain.

Happy Halloween!

One Halloween…

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The Giving Sofa


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Family, Home, Life, Memories | Posted on 28-10-2015

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Once there was a sofa…and she loved a little family.

We bought a burgundy-and-green sofa and love seat–our first matching set as a married couple–at Costco. It was Navajo-ish in pattern. It was a happy sofa set. That sofa quickly became part of the family.

We lounged on it. We watched movies on it. We snuggled on it. We dined on it. And the sofa was happy.

When our first son was born, the three of us did more lounging and eating and snuggling and sleeping. You could pull out the hide-away bed for late night movies. The sofa smiled.

My baby boy grew into a toddler and we read books together on the sofa–such as The Giving Tree. He played with his toys on it. My son sipped and spilled his apple juice on it. The sofa didn’t seem to mind.

The sofa became a trampoline (when I wasn’t looking) and a dock for jumping off of (when I wasn’t looking). And the sofa was happy.

When my daughter was born, the four of us did more lounging, snuggling, sleeping, reading, eating. More sippy cups were spilled. A few pee accidents. The sofa didn’t mind.

But time went by.

We would scrub the stains. Fill the flattening cushions with fiberfill to fluff them up. We kept her looking spiffy. And the sofa was happy.

Over the years, the sofa became sorta droopy and stain soaked.

We spruced her up, I put an ad in the paper, and this guy bought the set just like that. For $500.

What a fair price for a sofa with so many memories!

When my big guy was a little guy…

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(Now when I write this, I feel like a traitor. Betraying my sofa friend. Just like the guy who cut down the giving tree until it was a mere stump, after so many years of take take take. I wrote about that here.)




When Hairy Met Pippi


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 23-10-2015


I wrote a poem about the giant hair clump I pulled out of the shower drain. And how it was alive, with a heartbeat, and became our new pet. I wrote that back in 2013. That’s about when the drain was cleaned out last. :-)

You can read that poem here.

Well whaddya know? I opened the drain the other day and pulled out an even bigger hair clump. It was love at first sight. I named him Hairy.

The hairy heart.

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Nice Buns


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor, Ideas | Posted on 19-10-2015

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Sometimes I wake up and my hair is like whoa!

So I put it into a ponytail and call it good. Or maybe a bun.

For inspiration, I sometimes have to check out this video:




Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Daughters, Love, Mother, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Women | Posted on 15-10-2015

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Motherhood: I went from jaw-clenching to jaw-dropping.

When I gave birth to my daughter, I clenched my jaw so tight that I developed TMJ (Temporal Mandibular Joint) disorder. This required physical therapy. More about birth stories here.

I can still make my jaw pop on command, anytime. Poppity pop.

But the second I first saw my baby girl, my jaw dropped. It was love at first sight.

Besides my jaw popping, do you know what else that girl has given me?

A deeper heart from loving her so much. Laugh lines from all the smiling and laughing. Tears of joy when I think about our sweet memories and her milestones. Bursting pride when I see her so confident, smart, strong, and accomplished. Giddiness when I greet her after school. Amazement when I see her shine, doing something she loves, trying something new. Understanding, when we talk about problems. Sadness and compassion; whenever her heart breaks, my heart breaks. Forever friendship–some people say parents can’t befriend their children. (I think that’s crap.)

Happy 13th birthday to a young woman who has already given me oh-so much.

Happy birthday to my daughter!

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The Secrets of the Saguaro


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Advice, Aging, Attitude, Nature | Posted on 08-10-2015

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Sigh. Another year older.

Yeah, that’s not how I view birthdays. I’m more like: I’m happy to be alive! Go me!

This picture was taken on my 46th birthday last week. Not another year older, but another year to embrace life. How lucky is that?!

Here’s a tip. If you’re feeling a little old, stand next to something that’s even older. Like a saguaro cactus. That sucker is 150 years old. Just look at how tall and proud it stands.

The great saguaro whispered a few of its secrets to me, in that magical desert:

Stand tall. Smile big. Be proud. Embrace life. Enjoy the sunshine…and the prickles.

Saguaros are my favorite!

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