What Smells Like Ass?

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Connections, Cooking, Dinner, Family | Posted on 04-04-2016

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What smells like ass? Asks my teenager son, as he walked into the kitchen.

Um, that would be dinner.

It had been weeks since I had prepared a “proper” dinner for my family.

After watching a few episodes of Cooked on Netflix, I felt nostalgic about cooking and preparing a wholesome meal for my family. The show documents various cultures around the world about food preparation and how, in our busier-and-busier lives, many of us have lost touch with taking the time and the steps to prepare a meal. Made with good ingredients and made with love. The narrator and author, Michael Pollan, says that we all have good memories of being “cooked for” and how that makes us feel cared for and loved.

When I have the time and make the time, I do enjoy cooking for my family. It’s just that they don’t always like what I cook.

That night, I baked potatoes. I broiled some cod with fresh parmesan. I roasted broccoli drizzled with olive oil. (Fish + parmesan + broccoli = stink.)

My intentions were to invite and welcome my family to the table. Yet, the smells turned people away. Except for Otis.

He was drooling.

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You’re Pretty

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Family, Love, Mother, Mothering, Mothers and Sons | Posted on 02-04-2016

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Mom, you’re pretty.

My eleven-year-old tells me this regularly.

Even when I’m not pretty. Like when I come home from a run and my face is sweaty and pink and my breath smells stale.

Or when I’ve had a long day at work and my eyes are bloodshot from staring at the computer and my face is droopy from stress.

Or when the dermatologist burned off some pre-cancer spots on my nose, causing it to blister and swell.

Definitely not pretty days.

Maybe he sees something that lies beneath the sweat, the stress, and the spots. Or maybe he knows that it’s on those days that I need a little extra kindness.

It’s now become “a thing.” Whenever he says You’re pretty, I smile and say You’re pretty, too. And he smiles. It’s then that we are both reminded that we are deeply loved.

I am always drawn with big curly hair, big smile, and big hands. #motherandson #mother #childrensdrawings

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Jeans and Confidence

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Confidence, Mothers and Sons, Parenting, Teenagers | Posted on 08-03-2016

My sixteen-year-old son landed his first job. A real job. The kind that takes out taxes.

I’m so proud of him. I always have been.

I took him shopping for new jeans. I wanted him to feel confident for his interview. Or maybe because I just wanted to spend time with him. C’mon! Let’s buy you some jeans!

He found the perfect pair.

Except the next morning as he drove off to his interview, he didn’t wear the near jeans. He didn’t need them to feel confident. He aced his interview and his sandwich test on his own.

I should have known. He’s been a confident little sucker for years.

He told me that he can now make better sandwiches than me. You know what? I believe him.

My 16 yo son just landed his first job. #confidence I knew he could do it!

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The Best $3.99 I Ever Spent

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Childrearing, Children | Posted on 07-02-2016

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The spotty lizard-snake whispered to us at Goodwill. Much like the snake that whispered to Harry Potter.

Except this was a lizard-snake costume. And it didn’t whisper; the price tag yelled: $3.99.

How could we not buy it?

My son already had his Halloween costume picked out three weeks prior. Spiderman. I let him wear it whenever he wanted. So he did. Daily. Until it became Spiderman shreds. Read that post here.

When Halloween came around, it was spotty lizard-snake to the rescue. Paired with his sister’s tights, it was a hit.

That was two years ago. Since then, that costume has been worn regularly. Worn to play video games. To play hide-and-seek. To sleep in. To lend to friends to wear to play video games, etc.

I’m not sure how much longer the lizard-snake costume will still fit. One day, it will likely return to Goodwill for another boy to get his $3.99 worth.

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Shut-Me-Up Candy

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Humor, Memories | Posted on 12-01-2016

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For my grandmother, Life Savers were, well, a life saver.

In church, I loved to sing along with my hymn book. I tried to listen to the sermon…Amen! But the minutes grew into hours it seemed. I soon grew restless.

My grandmother would whisper to me to stop fidgeting. The kind of whisper that could be heard three rows away.

She opened her patent leather clutch with the magnet clasp and handed me a small notepad with pastel-colored paper and a ball point pen. Drawing was fun for 8 minutes.

Time for shut-me-up candy. All hail Life Savers. One at a time, she would dole them out to me.

I knew I had to savor them because I wasn’t sure how many I would be gifted. Each Life Saver would rest on my tongue until the edges would become so sharp, you couldn’t resist crunching. Crunch! Sshhh!

Back then it was red, orange, yellow, green, white. Red was cherry. Orange was orange. Yellow was lemon. Green was lime. White was pineapple. That was my favorite.

I am not sure when they changed to gaggy raspberry and watermelon. I asked my ten-year-old son if he liked Life Savers. You mean the gummies? Um, no, the original ones. He said he had never tried them. What??

The original, shut-me-up candy?

So I bought him a pack. Whaddya know, they still work. ūüėČ

My grandmother used to dole me out one Life Savers at a time to keep me quiet during church.

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Teach a Girl to Bake Cookies and You Feed Her for a Lifetime

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Baking, Childrearing, Children, Cookies, Cooking, Kitchen, Life, Life Lessons, Mothers and Daughters, Parenting | Posted on 29-12-2015

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“Pippi makes the best cookies on Earth.” Everyone agreed. My soccer team agreed. My son agreed.

After years of baking and measuring and sampling and watching and learning, my daughter has learned the fine art of baking cookies.

Check out her gems!

The cookie-baking gene I acquired from my grandmothers has been passed down. This makes me happy.

"My Mom makes the best cookies on Earth."

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Farts. Uranus. Butts. Farts.

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Boys, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Humor | Posted on 13-12-2015

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Farts. Uranus. Butts. Farts.

Saying any of these words is enough to provoke laughter and jokes around here.

Everyone Poops and The Gas We Pass were two of our first favorite books. “A one hump camel makes a one hump poop, and a two hump camel makes a two hump poop. Only kidding.”

Hee hee.

Then came fact books about planets. Did you know that Uranus wind speeds can reach up to 900 km per hour? That wind shore is fast!

Or that Uranus has an icy mantle that surrounds its rock and iron core? Giggle.

Or that Uranus is covered with a haze made of methane? Laugh out loud.

Fart books with audio buttons are our new favorites! Farts Around the World and Farts in the Wild make us cackle.

And you already know how many beans are consumed around here.

Whoever smelt it dealt it.

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Goodnight Moon Fail

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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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He Wore a Pocahontas Dress

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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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Jaw-Dropping

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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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