I am over 30 years old.  I have given birth to two children.  I backpacked through Eastern Europe before the time of cell phones, Mapquest, and GPS.  I have lived in major cities in the US,  I am good at parallel parking, and I can even change a flat tire.

But when I travel with my mother, she still needs a phone call to know if I made it back to the hotel all right, even when the hotel is only a few blocks from the restaurant where we have just dined.

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After partying all week with the fam, we have finally returned home. 

My family is trashed.

After a long plane ride and a long car ride, we pulled into our driveway at about 3am.  Yesterday my children slept until 10:35.  Today they both slept until almost 9am. A Christmas miracle indeed.  (more…)

Remember last year?  Well, this makes two years in a row I actually kept my resolution.  I read the New Testament.  Barely, though, I just finished last night. It was awesome, and, shall we say, just a tad easier than the OT.

I think next year my resolution will be about my sad sad homemaking skills.  But I won’t tell you what it is, because I am not nearly as confident about my ability to improve those skills as I am about my ability to read.  And announcing to the world that you have failed in your resolution isn’t nearly as fun as announcing that you finished.  I would imagine so, anyway, since I have no intention of actually making that announcement.

But can I just say…that daily scripture thing?  I’m a fan.

From all of us here at Mormon Mommy Wars,

we wish you and yours a sacred and beautiful Christmas.

I hate them. Okay, okay I’ll explain. I love the theory behind them, I just hate the internal conflict I get mired in when I think about them. You see, I love GETTING Christmas Cards. (more…)

My infant daughter hasn’t pooped since Tuesday. Any thoughts?

They call me The Thrower Away-er. I can look upon the playroom, and not flinch. I can take on Tinker Toys and Lego in one fell swoop. Toys never know what hit them- instead, finding themselves sacked, bagged and tagged for the curb. Thwap! Zing! Zow! Take that, small sharp plastic man! I am Mama, hear me Roar! (more…)

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Guest post by Vada. 

 I’ve been meaning to do a post on autism for a while. This is not it.  Someone on a list I’m on sent a link to a couple of videos at www.whatkindofworlddoyouwant.com
 I watched them, and a few others, and I sat in our office
and just cried. This post is what came out afterwards. I’ll probably
write the original post, which is more about the facts of autism and
what we’re doing to fight it, soon, over at ZD, so stay tuned for that if
you’re interested.
Spencer is a people person. He always has been.

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This was originally posted Dec 2006, but it had such a positive response, we are bringing it out again. Let us know what you gave your child’s teacher.

It’s that time again–the time to pick out the teacher gift. I’ve only had to do this twice, and I think I blew it the first time. I gave J’s preschool teacher a mug with pencils and tea/hot chocolate in it, all wrapped up cute with cellophane and a ribbon, and even a tag. This was all packaged for me already when I bought it, which made it a double bonus. But I was told later by somebody in the know that teachers hate gifts like that. Most teachers have mugs and ornaments with kids’ art coming out the wazoo. (more…)

Just want to say a big ‘hey’ to any old friends who might be reading this blog for the first time. 

I guess my anonymity worked, it if took you this long. 

Last week, our young women hosted a “Drop ‘N Shop”, where they provided free babysitting for anybody in the ward who wanted to go shopping without the kids, or just wanted to go on a date with a spouse.

It was a very well planned event, including games, crafts, and a man stationed at every entrance to the building, standing guard. (more…)

The sun was just peeping between the shutters this morning, when the boys noisily tip-toed and giggled into our room…

Jeffrey, thinking he was quiet, in a loud little-boy whisper: Bean! You take dad, I’ll take mom… (more…)

Summer vacations meant one thing growing up.  Spanking stops.  Every few hours on the long drive from Connecticut to Utah, my dad would pull our 15 passenger van over to the side of the freeway, make us nine kids line up along the side of the car and one by one, spank the crud out of us behind the van. (more…)

Holy heck on a stick! I just came from the Evil that is Voldemart. I know. I know. I said I would never go there again- and for the most part, I have not- however, the commercial insanity that is Christmas forced me to drastic measures- consider this post the equivalent of going to the Bishop to confess.

You would think at 6 a.m. I might be able beat the crowds- at least I thought that. For the most part, I was right. Other than the mascara drenched, late-night partiers looking dazed and confused as they searched for the Red Bull, there weren’t many people. (more…)

My son and I washed my car yesterday.

That night it rained. (more…)

WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS STATEMENTS THAT ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR BELIEVING EYES (send your kids to watch The Polar Express or something)

So my child is two and a half. Last Christmas season seeing a Santa elicited a cute little “ho ho ho” from him that we just couldn’t get enough of. It was so jolly coming out of that fat little face – a frivolous innocent moment of his childhood that will (barring any cognitively degenerative diseases and/or severe head trauma) forever be etched in the annals of my memory. Well, this year he is asking questions. (more…)

OK, first of all, it sounds like a lot of you need to go shopping.  The following person does not: (more…)

Yes, that’s right, it’s a freebie.  A giveaway, if you will.  Basically, a post that begs for comments and then rewards one of you for typing random stuff. (more…)