Mothering Mayhem: Life with the Wild Boys

Hola Wild Boy friends and fam, and welcome back to another fun filled week in failed adventures in parenting.  No, I'm totally kidding. Obviously, we're nailing this parenting thing...or that's what we'll tell everyone. But I'm going to level with you, faithful few - I'm absolutely terrible at the textbook version of this mom thing.  And nothing brings this realization more to the forefront then soccer season.  Ah yes, soccer season. Several months of cross fit moms in SUV's arriving 30 minutes before the game with their latte (soon to be Pumpkin Spice Latte - you know the season is upon us), wearing yoga pants and designer sunglasses and flocking together to make casual conversation about how their children may be able to get together for a play date at some ceramic studio after they go to cello lessons...you get the idea. It's like a Stepford Wife convention every Saturday. They say things like "oh, as long as we're coordinating snacks can w...

Hola Wild Boy followers, and welcome to our weekly update from the Casa de Testosterone. This week saw the return of an unwelcome visitor here - illness. I love summer, so much. I love it because there's no school, which means no homework or drop off or school projects or Tuesday envelopes...but MAINLY because elementary school is literally like a giant germ incubator. I have a theory that the CDC is actually using these little institutions to breed germ warfare that we will one day use to try to overcome alien invaders. It's so simple...sprinkle a few germs on the tetherball or chains on a swing and let nasty little non-hand washing, food sharing imps spread it like wildfire throughout entire communities. But wait, you say - who would ever do such a thing to adorable little children? And this is where the true evil genius of the plan comes in - these illnesses effect children for roughly a minute and a half. Whereas the parents suffer for what seems like an eternity. Let m...

Hello again faithful few, and welcome back to your weekly update on the Wild Boys. School started again this week for us, and it was a very mixed blessing. On the one hand, education rocks and the Wild Boys go to an awesome school full of other kids and parents we've known forever. That's a small town perk, for sure. On the other hand, it means mom wakes up at 4:30 five days a week to make sure she can get ready for work and still have everyone packed and out the door by 7:20, knowing we have to have food and gear to get us through until we get back home at 7:45 most nights because when school starts, so does soccer. With all of this busyness comes the return of our commute. Here's the thing - I'm not good at city. At all. I need to be surrounded by tall trees and wild animals (aside from my kids, that is). In order to make that happen we moved into the mountains, and have a 25 minute commute to work/school/sports/all of our kids friends houses.  I know what yo...

Hola Wild Boy friends, and a hearty welcome to you this final weekend before back to school!  Here in la Casa we have been cramming everything we possibly can into our last remaining days of freedom and frankly, we're exhausted. Not the boys, obviously. Me and the cop. Here's the thing, we were blessed with two healthy boys. We fully appreciate that. But our boys will willingly sit down and hold still MAYBE 20 minutes at a go, and then they need to be moving. For every one of you right now thinking (or who has EVER in the past told me something like) "Oh my gosh you're so lucky - my kids always want to be on the tv/computer/video games/phone/insert tech gadget of your choice here," please understand that sometimes when you say that I kind of want to punch you in the throat. But that's just the exhaustion speaking, I'm sure. Because this week I decided that I would take the boys to the night slides at a water slide park with some friends after work one ni...