Confession #4

My daughter has two cavities. They are small. I don't floss her teeth as much as I should. I opted for the teeth colored filings so nobody else will know she has them. Too bad I can't keep it quiet and just confessed it to all of blog world.

Overheard

From my 3 year old to my 5 year old: "Let's pretend we are LITTLE kids and run around like crazy!"

Open Letter to the Editor....ALL Editors

Dear Editors:

Of the last 10 books that I have read I have found typos in 9 (and it was really late when I read the other, so who knows what I might have missed). Now, I don't claim to be perfect, but your job is to edit. Please do so more thoroughly. If you are afraid you might have missed something, please send the book my way. I'll check it out for you before you send it to the general public with a glaring mistake that would disrupt the reading enjoyment for them.

Thanks,
Katrina


(Dear readers of the Blogstalker:

Please forgive my editing missteps. I am not an editor. I am barely even a writer. I'll spell check, but my spelling and my grammar suck. There will be mistakes here, but you aren't buying my work, so you get to deal with it....:)

Confession #3

Last night I spent about 10 minutes spying on two teenagers snogging on the corner of my block.



It was getting hot and I was opening the window in my daughters room for some cross breeze. I noticed two teens on the corner with the obvious sick puppy look passing quickly between them. I watched for a moment thinking about their internal dialogue....."no one knows how much we love each other. I am going to love this boy for the rest of my life. I would die without him." She had on pink socks and black converse. His pants were down to his ankles and his bike was much too small (what is it with teenagers riding elementary school kids bikes these days?).



But I remember those days. I remember all those boys who I would have died without and who I was meant to be with FOREVER. I remember my socks in two colors and the Girbaud pants all the boys had to have.



And I am really glad I grew up.

Confession #2

I gave up trying for medical school because I knew he and what he would mean to me far outweighed becoming a doctor. And this was 2 years before I even met him.

And I have never regretted that decision.

(side confession: especially because I know I can still try for that goal later on.....)

Confession #1

-I secretly love that my children choose me over their dad when they bruise their knee or need some extra loving.

Who are these children who need me?

This is 5 year old Emma. Her intelligence often surprises me. My husband informs me that I get exactly what I deserve in her. She is high energy, with lots of attitude. It seems to serve her well.

This is 3 year old Leah. This is the day she used a brown marker to "make myself a tiger." She is sweet and inquisitive and much more mellow like her dad.

I feel blessed to be responsible for their care and upbringing. They help me laugh every day.

Welcome to My Coming Out

I am having my coming out party. I intended it to be like a cotillion with the pretty dresses and handsome boys, but I am creeping out the closet. I was outed here and figured it was about time to come out and say all the things I think but don't say in blog world.

First Emily, it is all your fault. You sent me an email link to your blog and I was hooked. I noticed all the people you had linked and fell in love with many of their blogs as well. The rest is history.

On to why I blogstalk....I love to read. Around 4th or 5th grade I realized I got to momentarily leave my life and read about somebody else for awhile. And have it all tied up in a lovely plot and finish. It was awesome. Parenthood has put the kibosh on my book a day habit. But I can read real life stories from all of you in 15 minutes a day. I see all of your triumphs and joy. I see all of the fun things happening in your lives. I get to laugh at the funny things you and your children do. And you inspire me. To try a new recipe. To read a good book (when I do find the time). To be a better, more fun, and exciting mother and wife.

I can't think of a better Mother's Day gift than the inspiration you all have been to me. It will take awhile, but I will come out to all of you who I have stalked.

So thank you. And now that I'm out hopefully something in my life can inspire you as well!