On our way to Wal-Mart yesterday and after leaving Applebee’s where one Pontilicious had several Happy Hour margaritas (have you ever seen the size of those puppies?!), we stopped at a convenience store in a rather – unpleasant? – part of town. This resulted in the following conversation:
PONTILICIOUS: Did you really lock the doors when I went inside?
PONTILICIOUS: Why? I was right there (points to inside of store). Literally, feet from you. Only that glass window was between us.
ME: I don’t care. This is not the best area of town. I didn’t want someone car jacking us or taking one of the kids. Read more
ME: Did I just hear you say “righty tighty, lefty loosey”?
ME: What the hell?
PONTILICIOUS: I couldn’t figure something out and that helped. Shoot me.
CADEN: Doesn’t that have something to do with boobs? Read more
Today was not a good morning around the Ponti household. After waking up again at 4:00 AM and cleaning the entire house by six, I was feeling a little worn out and hostile. Caden got up shortly after six, came out to the kitchen and set a stack of papers on the counter. I happened to glance down and noticed the word “lier” written on a red piece of decorated construction paper. Here’s what unfolded: Read more
PONTILICIOUS: Do bats have sonar?
ME: Yep. Bats do indeed have sonar.
PONTILICIOUS: Like the kind that goes “beep beep beep?”
ME: (paused – in a state of confusion and disbelief) Are you serious?
ME: You’re dead serious, aren’t you? Read more
Wikipedia: Freedom From Fear is a painting by Norman Rockwell, which was published in the March 13, 1943 Issue of The Saturday Evening Post as part of the “Four Freedoms” series.
Like many parents, I’ve tried to raise my kids to be responsible, non-racist, productive human beings. I’m by no means a perfect mother, far from it, but the one thing I have always asked of them is to be accepting and don’t judge. Sometimes you wonder if the things you say actually get through. When Caden brought home an essay entitled “Freedom of Fear” it was vindication and one of my proudest parenting moments. The paper and his words were proof that all my jabbering has been heard. Take a look. I’ve broken up the essay into two images with some overlap (sorry about that): Read more
It’s Caden’s birthday – at least his official one! We’ll celebrate this weekend with a bunch of his friends, too. Read more
Some kids want cold hard cash. Others are all about the video games and urban clothing. Caden, well…
ME: Why did you draw a male body part on the mirror in the bathroom?
CADEN: I was bored.
ME: You go in there to take showers. To take poops. To brush your teeth. Not to practice your art skills. Please don’t do that again.
CADEN: Can I draw them in other places?
ME: What kind of question is that?
CADEN: Can I?
ME: Why would you want to draw…those…at all?
CADEN: Because it’s hilarious.
ME: So is waking you up with a gym whistle. But you don’t see me doing that, do you?
CADEN: That would be boss!
ME: Just please refrain from drawing those things on the mirrors. Anywhere.
CADEN: Can I have one free pass?
CADEN: Because it’s my birthday tomorrow! Read more
As parents, we are held accountable for our kids doing their homework. I totally get this and completely agree with the mentality and approach. What I don’t agree with is a relatively new tactic that teachers are using. Google docs! Just look: Read more