Saturday, January 29, 2011

Friday, January 28, 2011

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

sad mommy

he's leaving me soon,
traveling 2,000 miles
away from my heart

Monday, January 24, 2011

it's a rose to me

stinky, smelly feet
snotty, snorting, sniffy nose
and he's only three

Sunday, January 23, 2011

and...it's gone!

weekend, oh weekend,
where did you disappear to?
Monday comes too fast.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Book #2: Freedom

Damn Jonathan Franzen, you wrote a long-ass book! So I'm already behind schedule on my 52 books in 52 weeks challenge because of this particular novel. Was it worth it though? I didn't think so until around page 558 ( I should mention this book is 562 pages long...). While it was entertaining enough not to lose interest, I wasn't grabbed. This did not cause any sleepless nights nor make me wonder if the characters and I would be friends in real life.

So for most of this read, I'd say it was mediocre at best. But then a funny thing happened: I kept reading. And as a result, I ended up liking it more and more, in fact right when I got to page 562 I was able to tell myself "Self, that was a pretty satisfactory ending." I guess what I'm saying is...I liked it, but not so much at first.

Now I hear this book took Mr. Franzen eight years to write, and it shows, especially seeing how long it took me to read. It is incredibly detailed with well thought out characters and storylines, but was it worthy enough to put Jonathan on the cover of Time magazine? Yeah, I'm not so sure, but that's why I don't get paid to read.

ghost town and smooth music

ghetto grocery:
you are quite tolerable
at 7 a.m.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

betrayal

you are not my friend.
you've hurt me, I'm exhausted
f*** you, exercise!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

can't mess with bedtime

I should get an "F"
in: Trying To Put Your Kids
To Sleep By Themselves

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

smell the chocolate

channeling Crocker,
first name: Betty. bake through me
and pop out some sweets

Monday, January 17, 2011

your insides will stick together

"don't swallow the gum!"
I must have said this sentence
eighty times today.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

every 2 minutes

mommy? I'm hungry.
mommy? can I have a snack?
mommy? I want more.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

weather

the rain prevents boys
from jumping on trampoline.
mommy needs a drink.

Friday, January 14, 2011

must finish

currently reading,
but the book will never end.
it goes on and on...

Thursday, January 13, 2011

can't move

head on my shoulder,
sweet, warm body curled up tight.
arm falling asleep.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

that's just gross

hey, you great big dog,
must you eat dirty diapers
when we leave the house?

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

servants

no nap, just demands
like “i want this!”, “i want that!”
the house bows to him

Monday, January 10, 2011

timing

the idea is to 
let me know you need to pee
before it happens

Sunday, January 9, 2011

language

he wants to ‘nuggle,
which is like “snuggle” without
the “s”. just ‘nuggle.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

a monster is born

can you hear sirens?
it’s getting louder, louder
make him stop. please. go.

Friday, January 7, 2011

the red truck

when he grows up big
he will be a fireman.
with built in sirens.

Book #1: Slam

Slam by Nick Hornby
The first book read of the new year  and I'm off to a good start. Although this isn't my typical cup of tea, it made for an entertaining read. The main character being a teenage boy who finds out he's knocked up his ex-girlfriend and secretly conducts discussions with a Tony Hawk poster isn't exactly what I consider when searching for books, but I do like me some Nick Hornby and since this was his first shot at YA, I felt I should be supportive. Well done, Nick. You made me laugh out loud at least a couple of times.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

peace and quiet

get an iPod touch
and watch those tantrums be gone!
thank you Mr. Jobs

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

pain

legos everywhere,
but don’t step on the pieces.
that really hurts. ouch.

Monday, January 3, 2011

creativity

oh lego master,
you are only eight years old
please pick up your mess

Sunday, January 2, 2011

early bedtime

champagne goes pop pop
fireworks go pop pop pop
but not at our house

Saturday, January 1, 2011

new year

maybe, just maybe
this will be the year that he
becomes potty trained