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Planetary (or more like parental) power struggles?

Procrastinating throwing a full-blown kids birthday party for another year: level unlocked. Nevertheless, we still celebrated his birthday and, unintentionally, the day developed a theme.


We started the day bright and early as the first customers at Twin Sisters for special breakfast out as a family.

PUMPKINSAt a manufactured pumpkin patch, benefiting children’s ministry at “THE U” in 90 degrees. You can tell he has developed an aversion to the camera slash cooperating with Mom in his older age.

I don’t know when this place opened but it’s new and imported from Birmingham, Alabama. It was pretty delicious. But OJ liked my popsicle better than his own so we switched (without my consent).

What day in the life of OJ would be complete without some airplane tailgating!? Besides, the mayor hasn’t yet appointed me to the here airport long-range planning panel yet, so we couldn’t host his birthday party there (it’s a THING!). Maybe next year.

And the next day at school—prayers.

Note to Mom: shower for birthday chapel.

It’s ironic the theme “P” unfolded, not because his birthday was an episode of Sesame Street (no comment) but because someone has become fascinated with pee and poop (and boogers, but that doesn’t fit the theme) and touching (and sometimes smearing) ALL OF THEM. Three. Years. Old. Awesome. Roll eyes. It’s a good time for me to avoid Facebook. And it’s too bad I can’t avoid the Weinstein story because that is the only thing that makes me more crazy right about now. Vomit.

Our neighbor and her son have the SAME birthday. She said, when you have a kid that’s when you stop having your own birthday. I’d suggest and most moms probably feel the same way, that you may stop having your own birthday, but your child’s birthday is like your own day too.

And yet I feel my baby boy and I are growing apart. He is growing up and asserting himself and seems to have boundless energy when it comes to not listening, despite working really hard to drop his nap. Rules? He rebels. So it’s more than appropriate that the astrological reading for his birthday is all about the power struggle. And like most parenting advice, the answer lies within, young Jedi…

The sun, Mercury and Pluto square off in an epic power struggle. The most difficult opponent in the skirmish for control is the opponent within. Yet we can usually pin the blame on those difficult people in our lives who embody the conflict so well. We even fool ourselves into believing they are the real problem. Alas, the answers still lie within.

All that said—for all the crazy, battle and fight that comes with being three, he CAN be a really sweet big brother.

SO THE BEATS GOES ON with the birthday behind us. We are busy with doctors and Halloween and preschool party fundraising (wish I was joking!) and planning a REAL NON-PARTY for my birthday, but next up, it’s a girls weekend—just mom and Little Miss. What will we do!? We have a few plans but here’s what I’ve been seriously considering… A Piercing Question.

side note: I am working my way out from multiple technical difficulties.–the new iOS 11 has some really cool features like document scan and Live Photo editor directly in “Photos”, but it also creates some errors. I’ve been locked out of my WordPress app for the last week! Gah. Also, our home laptop is officially fried so we are transitioning to our next thing, which might just be the ipad Pro but like I said, we are still in transition. Nevertheless, I’m back for more cash.

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And it’s only TUESDAY

Many firsts this week, and it’s only TUESDAY.

Monday: mom’s first day with both kids, solo. She survives! For practice, we went out after nap time to Target and Central Market. As I was going through the multi-step process of getting both kids out of the car, another mom rolled up with a toddler in the cart and a baby in a Bjorn and I told her, “IT’S OUR FIRST TIME!” and she cheered me on, “YOU GOT THIS!” and we both did our best mom dance moves in the Target parking lot.

Showing off both baby options: take up the whole cart with the car seat OR strap her on with the sling.

An older woman in the CM parking lot told me I was brave to go out with two kids, and I told her it was our first time! She just LAUUUUGGGGHHHHEEEEDDD….

Tuesday: first day of school. Talk about a production.

It’s just a lot of hullabaloo and not enough sleep to endure it all.

And then there was this:

Sadly, this was NOT the first spilled coffee of the morning. Lord, give me strength. And a trip to Starbucks.

After school drop and latte pickup, Little Miss and I made her first Junior League donation for the Hurricane Harvey relief effort….

… and then we rounded out our first “mommy and me morning date” at the new bagel shop just down the street that (finally) opened today. It was bananas busy for a bagel shop at 11:00am.

These bagels were a long time coming–like they started advertising before I even got pregnant. Some things are worth the wait, and extra stress.

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Man your stations

In DC we had snow and in Hamilton we DEFINITELY had snow and we also had an earthquake my sophomore year–but since we have been here, we have had deadly floods, a tornado, and now, A HURRICANE.

The threat to Corpus Christi is much more significant than here. The latest is that the sheer amount of rain that will accumulate (and flooding) as the storm JUST SITS AND DOESN’T GO ANYWHERE is the greatest risk, rather than wind or tornadoes.

As reported (via six degrees on Facebook), “the people of Corpus have a sense of humor…”

Selena is READY.

Local schools are reiterating their closure policies and procedures through social media.


I am still a disaster rookie and I would say that we are NOT prepared and have NO PLAN.

Please don’t tell Papa John we aren’t ready. He was bent about eclipse viewing precautions–this will send him over the edge.

Nevertheless, price gouging (gas prices alone went up 4% overnight) and stockpiling has begun.

Yesterday Little Miss and I went to Target for nothing important and did not get gas afterwards because the station was so busy. Then when we went to the grocery store (with no list or thought about “non-perishable foods”) there were no carts at the front because it was so busy.

It was so busy we had to get out of there ASAP after getting the basics like produce and meat but before we could get any dairy, like milk or eggs (OR ICE CREAM).

But the only dairy that we really need and won’t spoil in the event of a power outage, is the baby milk which comes forth from my boobs, as the La Leche Leaguers posted, not missing a beat to use this natural disaster as a soapbox…


After the grocery, our final stop was the liquor store. In this case, you could say we pass the preparedness test–we prepare for a storm like our Colgate family friends who lived on the North Carolina coast and for whatever reason NEVER lost power so when a storm was coming and everyone else was buying water and toilet paper, they were at the store getting chips and beer for the party.

Apparently that’s how a lot of people here prepare too–for as busy as the gas station and the grocery store was, the liquor store was JAM. PACKED.

I was there to buy a new bourbon called Bastille for T and when we went to pay, all the people in the very long line let me go ahead of them, “because you have the baby”. It made me feel as ridiculous as Pamela Purse. Ironically, I ended up at the cash register with the French store manager (named PATRICK) and he was saying in his Grandpere way, “I bet your husband has never had a French whiskey before!” And probably for good reason–just because you can make wine does not mean you can make whiskey. It’s too bad–I was hoping this Bastille could become our new house whiskey since Little Miss was born on Bastille Day. But since we are not storm prepared, it might be the only thing left in the house that is not spoiled. Maybe we could use it for gas!

UPDATE FRIDAY 18:00: My husband keeps telling me it’s not a big deal but Little Miss and I just got home from getting gas and milk and eggs and a single box of macaroni and cheese (see above: still a rookie). At the homestead, the pool is empty, the outdoor furniture turned over and both cars under the carport. Stay tuned…


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