Monthly Archives: April 2010

How to Give Your Mother a Mood Swing.

Just about every night we have a minor battle with Ethan. It’s an age-old battle, one every parent will recognize – the battle wherein the child (that’s Ethan) works on the last nerve of the adult (that’s me, though some may disagree) by finding every excuse in the book to get out of bed after being put there. They must do this, you see, lest they miss anything important.

To be perfectly honest, Ethan is actually not bad about this – he typically finds only one or two reasons to creep back into the action before giving up. I think this is largely due to his utter exhaustion at the end of the day. He gave up naps last fall. Good times.

The other night, 2 minutes after the end of our bedtime ritual, I heard his tentative, “Mom?”

“For crying out loud,” I snapped, having reached the end of my rope. “WHAT is it NOW, Ethan?”

“Um, Mom?” he began, “I was just thinking about all the things I missed when I was in your tummy.”



The aggravation lifted just like that.

I gave him a big hug, tucked him back in bed, reassured him that he shouldn’t worry – we have a lot of memories left to be made.

Hello, Gorgeous.

Hello, Gorgeous.


You’ve got a nice behind.


Aw, I love it when you open your awning like that.

with awning

I love your warm glow, your avocado green faux suede settee.

toward the back 

I love your refrigerator and freezer, your microwave, your stove, your multitudinous cabinets.

 toward the front

I can tell you’re going to make trouble. My children will fight over you. You will take most of the nature out of camping.

bunk beds

But wait – no more sore backs?

master bedroom

No more chilly late-night runs to the pit latrine?


I believe I could get used to you.



As an aside, I backed the trailer into the driveway right there. Me! I told Ethan he should be awfully proud to have a mother who can back a trailer. Can’t you hear the playground taunts?

“My mother is prettier than your mother!”

“Oh, yeah?! Well, my mother can BACK A TRAILER, FOOL!”

“Aw, geez. Okay. You win. That’s the coolest. You can have my lunch.”