When my little girl grows up, she doesn’t want to be like Mommy

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When my little girl grows up, she doesn't want to be like Mommy

My daughter is only four, but she’s seriously the smartest kid ever. And I can admit that because I’m not the only person that says it. Strangers tell me she’s smart, so I know it’s true. It’s probably because I treat her like an adult. We have adult conversations every day, esp. on car rides or around the kitchen table. Like yesterday for example. K: “Mommy, let’s talk about what I can be when I grow up.” Me: “Ok. Well, you can be a teacher like Daddy. Or you can build things like sandboxes or treehouses or big tall buildings.” K: “I want to be a builder.” Me: “Or you can be like Mommy. You can be super creative and design and take photos and…” K: “I don’t want to be like you Mommy. I don’t want to work on a computer. I want to do something fun.” Me: “Well, … Read More

A hole in the wall

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I know. It’s been forever since I’ve entertained you guys with my humor, but life has been busy, and some things…some things like blogging about the crazy things my kid does now so that I can embarrass her later have fallen to the wayside. But as I’m lying here in bed in my hospital room waiting for my second kid to make his debut, I finally have some free time. So back to that embarrassing story. Brady, me and Kassidy found ourselves at our newest favorite Mexican dive for lunch the other day. On cue, K announces she needs to go potty, so I take her and my 38-week pregnant self to the restroom. Even though the food at this place is amazing, their actual restaurant leaves something to be desired. So you can only imagine the caliber of their restrooms. K goes first, and then it’s my turn…finally. That’s … Read More

Country problems: The psycho chicken

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After Monday, I’ll never understand how any baby chicken can ever get caught and eaten by a wild animal. Because when Kassidy does it, ole mama hen goes all Matrix on her, flying through the air with beak and feet outstretched, aiming for her sweet little face. Yep, poor Kassidy got attacked by a chicken. And the chicken won. To hear Kassidy tell the story, it happened like this: “I caught baby chicken all by myself. Then mama chicken bit me. No, no mama chicken. Kassidy cry.” I couldn’t have told the story any better myself. Except I’ll add that I was no where around when the incident occurred. Daddy came to her rescue, washed her war wounds, and bandaged them up. I took her to the doc the next day to confirm there was nothing more that could be done. And Kassidy was treated to pizza and ice cream. … Read More

For you, doc

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Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment. You know, ladies, that certain appointment you have every year that gives you a reason to remind your husband how much suckier it is to be you than him. Yeah, that one. Well, I’m getting ready, waiting on Brady to get home so that I don’t have to bring my 2-year-old with me to the doctor’s office. Because if I brought Kassidy with me, I can only imagine how the visit would turn out. Because Kassidy is VERY curious right now, and I could just imagine a little blondie making her way to Mommy’s feet to stand in my doctor’s personal space, point up, and ask loudly “What’s that?” To which I would hope my doc would brush off and answer generically, “Oh, that’s just your Mommy.” But I know my daughter, and she’s too smart for generic answers, so she would continue to … Read More

Another advantage of living in a trailer

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Some of you are already aware of how my morning started off. I woke up, went outside to water plants and check the animals, and found the animal you see above. So, I did what any normal woman would do in this situation. I waved the rockers over (we are building a house so I have crews at my house all day, every day), and in my broken Spanish, asked them to please make sure it was dead. That began a 10-minute broken Spanish/English conversation of “is it a zorro or a coyote.” Good thing coyote in Spanish is coyote. I thanked them, told them to just leave it be, and that my husband would take care of it when he got home. I also think they were impressed with my Spanish when they asked me if my “perro” could have killed it, and I responded “No, mi perro (insert … Read More

Adventures out West

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This past weekend we decided to pack up the truck with a lot of crap, a dog and a potty-training 2-year-old and head West to Garden City. The last time we made the trip Kassidy was 5 months old, so it was long overdue. Not because I don’t like Garden City. Or allergies. But because I hate traveling. It’s not my fault really. I was born with a bad case of car sickness. I always have to ride up front. The car has to be on just the right temperature. And if I get hungry, well, we just better stop and eat. Bad things happen when I have an empty stomach. Multiply my ineptness to travel by the fact that Kassidy was on her sixth day of potty training. So our pre-kid trip of 6 hours turned into a post-kid trip of exactly 8 hours, which included five stops for … Read More

The ultimate namesake

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Lazy K Creative Blog | The ultimate namesake

I’ve always wanted someone to be named after me. Not just named Jenna because they liked the name Jenna. No. I always thought it would be cool for someone to tell me how much I’ve influenced them or mentored them or just made them smile. And then one day decide to name their sweet little girl after me. Or even a pet. A dog named Jenna. I’m cool with that. Well Kassidy decided to give me the best birthday gift ever. Technically, she did this a few days ago, but today’s my 32nd birthday so it’s close enough. She’s just now at an age where she can have imaginative play. And she’s been learning that Mommy’s name is Jenna and Daddy’s name is Brady. Before now, it was “What is the name of your baby?” “Baby.” “What is puppy’s name?” “Puppy.” “What are your chickens’ names?” “Chicken.” You get the … Read More

The chicken gift

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Brady and I like making new friends, and we happen to be very good at it. I even brought two Miss Congeniality titles to our marriage. Brady, well, he’s just plain likeable. So since we happen to be living where our new house is being built, we’ve made it a point to meet and get to know many of our subs. The framers have been our favorite by far. Not just because they allow us to crash their morning break, feed Kassidy flaming hot Cheetos, or bring us homemade gorditas, tortas or tacos every morning. Nope. They are our favorite because they brought me a gift. Three chickens to be exact. A rooster and two hens. Delivered to us with helpful instructions on how to keep our rooster from wandering away. So now we have three chickens that wander around our little ranch, eating bugs, cock-a-doodling at dawn, and harassing … Read More

RIP old friend

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We all know good things must come to an end. That’s life. And this week, Brady and I had to let an old friend go. Our favorite, littlest, muddiest swimming hole. Our pond. Six years ago, we wouldn’t think twice about stripping down and jumping in to the cool, refreshingly brown water. In fact, last summer we put our pond to good use for BFE. But this week everything changed. I decided to be spontaneous and race Kassidy to the pond for a quick, cool swim. We both got in. Brady followed. Fast forward 2 minutes. Brady shrieks and jumps out of the pond. “What’s wrong?” I ask him. “I found a leech on my leg,” he says. Didn’t need too much coaxing for me to grab Kassidy and exit the muddy waters, only to feel Brady slap a leech off the back of my own leg. Enter freaking out … Read More

I live with a leprechaun

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So this post is for my new friend Bill. Bill stumbled upon my blog just the other day, started reading, and stayed hooked on my awesome humor for about an hour. And then he told me this. Kudos to how you and your husband get the most out of every moment. And Bill’s right. No matter how crazy or stressful our lives may get, finding joy in the small things and making those simple moments a memory to last a lifetime is a blessing. And Bill telling me this reminded me that I missed blogging (the past few months have been hectic to say the least). Because my blog is a reminder of how I want to live every moment of my life. And how even the smallest moments may be ones you’ll never want to forget. So thank you Bill for reminding me this. So after more than four … Read More