Chicks, Ducks, and a Bunny…Oh My!


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Growing UP, Happiness, Ideas, Imagination, Life, Life Lessons, Love, Mother, Mothering, Pets | Posted on 17-10-2016

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Who buys her daughter baby chicks, baby ducks, and a bunny…in the middle of the city?

My mother…that’s who!

Imagine the squeals of delight one Easter morning! The joy! I was the happiest of happy!

We didn’t live in the country. Nor did we have the proper pens and enclosures yet built. We housed our extended family in our laundry room off the kitchen. Added some heat lamps. Purchased feed. Received a donated rabbit hutch for the backyard.

Our farm was set!

Like Fern from Charlotte’s Web, I fed, watered, nurtured, and talked to my animal friends every day. Their peeps and nibbles and sweetness made me overjoyed. My friends thought I was so lucky…indeed, I was!

One baby duck, Quincy, didn’t make it and died after a week. It was a tough life lesson. The other duck, Abraham, thrived.

When the chicks and duck outgrew their soft downy feathers and grew into their adult feathers, it was time to move them from the laundry room to the backyard, into coops and hutches.

One chick grew into–gasp!–a rooster and became the 5:00 a.m. alarm clock for the neighborhood, with his loud cock-a-doodle-dooing. Abraham was so well mannered, that you could leash him and take him for a walk. The rabbit was simply happy with carrots and came out for snuggles.

Our menagerie of animals represented my childhood: colorful, joyful, interesting, and full of life, love, and experiences. My mother was the ring leader, with her big heart and personality, always unconventionally fun and cool. I am so lucky to be her daughter.

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I’m Gonna Pop Some Tags


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Clothes, Fun, Humor, Ideas, Imagination, Mothers and Sons, Pop Culture, Shopping | Posted on 25-10-2013

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“Hey Mom, can we go thrift shopping?”

My eight-year-old son is a natural ham. Bring him to Goodwill and he’s like what, what, what, what, what can I try on?

I wear your granddad’s clothes, I look incredible 

I’m in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road

We didn’t buy that big-ass pimp coat that day. But we did score a groovy polyester ’70’s button-down shirt and a full-length dookie brown dog costume for Halloween. Both for twenty dollars in my pocket.


Here’s the original video:

Here’s a funny parody:

Nobody Plays with Sticks


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Children, Ideas, Imagination, Memories, Parenting, Technology | Posted on 23-08-2013

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“Nobody plays with sticks.” It’s a line from like the best dialogues ever between parents of our generation and their children, in the movie This is 40.

PETE (the father)

You’re on your computer too much as it is. You need to get outside more.

DEBBIE (the mother)

Yeah. You can build things. You can build a fort.

SADIE (the teenager daughter)



Yeah, build a fort. Play with your friends.


Make a fort?! Outside? And do what in the fort?


When I was a kid we used to build tree houses and play with sticks.


Nobody plays with sticks.


You and Charlotte can have a lemonade stand.


Play Kick the Can.


Look for dead bodies.


It’s fun.


Get a tire and then take a stick and run down the street with it.


Nobody does that crap. It’s 2012.

Yeah. My kids don’t play with sticks or rocks either. And I’m not exactly of the kick-the-can-generation. But I did make “soup” out of mud. And necklaces out of dandelions. And I skipped rocks on the lake.

From my generation to my children’s generation, technology has infused our lives. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love my laptop and Blu-Rays and iPhone. I love to blog and text and Facebook and watch movies on demand and take digital photographs and Google and play Scrabble on my phone and Tweet and DVDR House Hunters International.

But I also like the simplicity of not doing any of that.

As a family, we go camping every summer. It’s one of the highlights of our year. While there, I can’t even get one bar on my phone! So what we do is hike, carve sticks, make fires, swim, and skip rocks. The simple things. And you know what? My oldest son is a rock-skipping expert and taught me a thing or two.

However, when we are all nestled in our sleeping bags in the tent, I enjoy a late-night game of Scrabble on my phone. Because I can.



We’re the Winkleberries


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Family, Humor, Imagination, Parenting, Traditions | Posted on 23-04-2013

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One recent Saturday morning, our two youngest children greeted us for some snuggling and giggling. This is one of my favorite weekend rituals.

Enjoy some of our silliness:

I’ve watched these over and over and can’t help but giggle and smile.

Yeah, I Shove Moss Up My Nose


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Humor, Imagination, Mothering, Parenting | Posted on 08-03-2013

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Parenting children. It makes you do silly things. Especially if you’re kinda silly to begin with.

My seven-year-old son and I were playing in the snow. I pulled some moss off a tree and shoved it up my nose.

“Look, Hon! I’m The Lorax!”

He laughed heartily.

Exactly what I was hoping for.


“Let Go,” And Let Them Go!


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Childrearing, Children, Daughters, Encouragement, Family, Imagination, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Parenting | Posted on 19-04-2012

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Sometimes as a parent, you need to “let go,” and let your kids go!

We were at a carnival and my sweet-and-pensive nine-year-old daughter wanted to ride only two things. The carousel? No. The jumping house? No.

The mechanical bull. And the Zipline.


This is when you transform yourself into supportive cheerleader.

  • You support their dreams.
  • You cheer them on with zest.

Even if, on the inside, you are worried and cringing. Watch my daughter as she adventures down the Zipline. Go!

When I Grow Up…


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Childrearing, Children, Connections, Daughters, Imagination, Life Lessons, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Parenting | Posted on 09-04-2012

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When your child says to you, “Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a fairy and have magic fairy dust and live under a toadstool and wear a skirt made out of a tulip and drink Koolaid out of a thimble.”

Do you say:

  • Don’t be silly. There’s no such thing as fairies.


  • You’ll be a beautiful fairy and you can visit the clovers in my backyard any day.

I try to support my childrens’ imaginations and dreams. Even if Fairy University might not be my very first choice of schools.