We Are Gonna Be Friends


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Encouragement, Mothering, Parenting, School | Posted on 02-09-2014

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Back to school is here! Excitement! Anticipation! And some sadness.

New friends, new teachers, new things to learn, new experiences, new stories.

New locker combinations, new school supplies, new shoes.

I gave each of my three kids an extra hug and squeeze this morning. And sent them on their way.

And then, I cried a little when I went back inside and cranked up this song. Happy tears. And a few sad ones too. Because. Letting go.


Peachy Keen


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Food, Fruit, Fun | Posted on 28-08-2014

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My daughter and I went peach picking. And we bought like 40 lbs. of peaches.

So for the past two weeks, it’s been pretty much peach everything. Just like Bubba said. But instead of shrimp, peaches.

“Shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s, um, shrimp kababs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp and lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich…That, that’s about it.”

To me, peaches are summer. Biting into a fresh peach–especially one I’ve just picked from the tree, one that has been warmed by the sun–and have that juice drip down my chin and get my shirt all stained? Yep, that’s about it.

The Girl Who Danced


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Advice, Attitude, Life Lessons | Posted on 26-08-2014

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A New Orleans-style jazz band at the fair had the crowd mesmerized.

Especially a six-year-old girl, wearing a red-and-white-polka-dot dress. And matching ribbons in her pony tails. She was dancing and laughing and twirling, in the middle of the crowd.

Along with her ribbons, she wore darkened glasses and had a cane. She was blind.

But she didn’t let that bother her.

Seeing her dance with such joy, made me see the fair with even more vibrancy that evening.

The chocolate-brown eyes of the goat. The rainbow quilt. The glowing wheel.

I’ll always remember the girl at the fair, who danced and laughed and twirled. The girl who taught me so much.

Got Soap?


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Mothers and Daughters, Parenting | Posted on 24-08-2014

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As a parent, do I need to teach my children how to do everything?


Take personal hygiene. I thought all those years of washing babies, then toddlers, then little children in the tub would prepare them for self-washing.

It didn’t.

Yeah, rubbing soap on your belly doesn’t clean your arm pits. And washing your hair with conditioner, doesn’t clean your hair. It just makes it soft. And putting shaving cream all over your body just wastes the shaving cream.

Conditioning shampoo. Nourishing conditioner. Tricky wording. For awhile there, my son had the softest, but dirtiest hair in town.

We have since found the 2-in-1 and even the 3-in-1. Genius, really. No parenting required.

Vegetables are Dangerous


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 17-08-2014

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It’s a good thing I can’t grow vegetables. Because they’re dangerous. Proceed with caution.

The other day, I was chewing on a carrot. When, all of a sudden, the carrot split in multiple pieces and I started choking.

And then, not too long ago, same thing, but with celery. Those slippery little suckers, with their strings that get caught in your throat. Total choking hazard.

I tried to grow vegetables. My husband even built me a special raised garden with a rabbit-proof fence. We brought in soil. We tilled the soil. We planted. We fertilized.

And then I took over the tending of the vegetable plants.

I bought extra chicken manure. The more manure, the merrier. Right?


I killed every one of those plants. It was too much nitrogen. But it’s a good thing. Because danger was growing.

For the record, I have never ever choked on a cupcake.

Mr. Potato Head’s Glasses


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Children, Memories | Posted on 14-08-2014

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When I look through past photos of my children, I get all crazy sentimental.

Pictures are powerful. A moment in time, captured.

Take this picture, for example.

I remember this day as if it were yesterday. My daughter still in her nightgown, in the afternoon. My son wearing Mr. Potato Head’s glasses, upside down. Lincoln Log creations abound.

Their toys took up precisely one-third of our living room.

Years later, I gave away that big bin of Lincoln Logs…to stash away at Nana’s house. It was time to get rid of so. Much. Stuff.

Um. Mean Mom! What was I thinking??

So, the other day, I lugged that bin of Lincoln Logs back home. What’s old is new again.

Fun, creativity, and new (old?) memories await. The only thing missing is Mr. Potato Head’s glasses.

Are We There Yet?


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Children, Humor, Travel | Posted on 12-08-2014

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My nine-year-old son and I recently were on a four-hour flight. He had his iPad, Batman movies, and earphones. Oh, and Sour Patch Kids. He was set.

I borrowed his neck pillow. And promptly fell asleep. I awoke for two minutes to order orange juice and quickly chug it down. Then fell back into a deep slumber. With my mouth wide open, most likely.

I awoke to hear, “We’re making our initial descent into Kansas City…please place tray tables in their upright positions…”

My son was quietly watching Batman Forever, quietly chewing his candy.

What?? I was the bear who slept through Christmas the entire flight!

Are we there yet? Yes!

Sweet Tea


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 08-08-2014

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Ah. Midwestern folks and their sweet, charming ways. And their sweet tea.

While dining out at a restaurant–smack in the middle of Branson, Missouri–that boasted a ginormous rooster out front, we encountered a waiter that oozed charm.

Ma’am, would you like something to drink? Sweet tea? Pepsi?

I’ll have iced tea. But unsweetened, please.

Sure thing, Ma’am. Is it because you’re sweet enough already?

How did he know?! What a sweetie, that waiter was. Sweet tea, sweetie…see what I did there? :-)

I Can’t Drive 55


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor | Posted on 06-08-2014

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I have always had a lead foot.

That’s what my driver’s education teacher said way back when. Slow down! You need to brake, NOW!

I drive fast but safe. “Safely fast,” you could call it.

The past three times I’ve been pulled over for speeding, I only got one ticket. Must be my charm. And good manners.

In fact, the other day, I was hauling up the highway in Missouri. on my way to Kansas City. Out of the corn fields, a Missouri state highway patrol was on my tail, with flashing lights. A thought ran through my head: Smokey and the Bandit.

I pulled over to the side of the highway.

Ma’am, I clocked you going 80.


I am sooooo sorry, officer. My son and I have been visiting family and we’re heading to the airport. Again, I am sooooo sorry.  

And I was sorry. Sorta. Sorry that my son saw me getting busted.

Turned out, I got off with a $10 fine but no speeding ticket. Whew! My midwestern manners and big smile paid off. Again.



The Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Children, Clothes, Connections, Humor, Mother | Posted on 02-08-2014

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I’ll be brief.

So, I was in the underwear aisle at, um, Walmart. With so many choices of Hanes, this purchase was more daunting than I thought. Bikini, hipster, hi-cut, brief. And bigger than brief.

I’m usually in favor of the bikini cut. You know, enough coverage but with some zing.

The woman next to me started chatting. Because. I always seem to strike up conversations with strangers. Briefs were her panties of choice. Because they provide so much coverage.

After having children, I need to cover up all of that, she said. And she motioned around her belly and such.

Hmmmm. Something to ponder.

We instantly bonded. Motherhood. Sisterhood. It was like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties that forced me to grab the package of briefs. White, of course. No patterns anywhere.

When I got home, I excitedly tore open the package and tried on a pair.

Um. The waistband went up to my neck. Yeah, no.

Add some string and I’ve got a kite. Actually, ten kites. For $14.97. What a bargain!

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