Accidents?

Just wondering...how many potty "accidents" are really accidents?

Crusts and Skins

What's with bread crusts and apple skins? And when do kids learn these aren't likeable?

"We're Going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo...How About You, You, You?"

I love how Raffi's music can hold such a love-hate relationship in my life. I despise his songs for their ability to get stuck in my head at 3am in the morning but I can't NOT play them over and over when my three year old daughter asks because I love to hear her little voice singing. There is something so sweet and melancholy about a child's voice...so innocent. I could listen to Autumn's voice for hours. Maybe it is just a mom thing? Do we ever outgrow the intense joy that comes when hearing our children's laughter or song?

Squirrels and Airplanes and Poop

Okay so am I the only one who marvels at how every squirrel, every airplane and every poop is like the first squirrel, airplane or poop in the eyes of a child? It doesn't matter how many they've seen it, if they see another it is new all over again. They point and jump up and down and run about (okay maybe not with poop) and have to share their excitement with the one closest to them. I just don't get it sometimes. What is it about airplanes and squirrels and poop??

On the name "Ramblings on Motherhood"...

So I like to ramble...about anything and everything. I also have this problem with being unable to shut my brain off. I think a lot. I think too much. It's always been an issue. But if you didn't know me - at least like my husband and parents know me- you wouldn't even know I had this problem. It's not so much that I like to ramble in my talking, it's that I like to ramble in my thinking. And since I am a mother, most of my thinking is about motherhood...hence the title "Ramblings on Motherhood". At random moments I get these thoughts and think hmmm...I should share this, maybe someone else could identify with it, laugh with it because more and more I am realizing just how alike we all are...especially us mothers.