Pedigreed Housewife World

 My kids are the most social people you’ll ever meet and that is so great about them.   Anywhere we go we talk to everyone we pass and tell them everything that comes to mind.   Everything.   Like earlier in the week when Briana randomly told someone that she knew her own “call number” and, then, proceeded to rattle off our home phone number.   Luckily, while the person was a stranger, they were walking down the hallway of school with us and their own, slightly older, child.   Not that crazy people don’t go to our school, of course.   Abby likes to spell out her name and recite her birthday for everyone, very helpful and applauded at the Children’s ER when she busted her tooth this week (she’s fine) and could verify her own armband info, but a little bit more disconcerting when she gives her full name and personal info to a random dad at gymnastics class.   The most worrisome event happened earlier this week when we had a contractor at the hou...

One day last week the kids were working on one of their giant sized puzzles and to be silly Briana put one of the pieces on my head.   The puzzle piece was larger than my head and the kids thought it looked like a crown atop my head.   I told Briana jokingly that I was going to get her for putting Mommy in the puzzle and got up and chased her around with the puzzle piece on my head.   The kids tried to copy me, but their puzzle pieces kept falling off and soon they were amazed with my ability to keep mine on my head.   I told them all they needed to run with a puzzle piece on their heads was good posture. For background, I tell the kids that when I was a teenager Grandpa Curt (my dad) became convinced that I was developing a “jock walk” because I was playing basketball.   (I’ve been doing this blog for a while now, so forgive me if you’ve heard this story.)   To counter my newfound jock walk, my parents enrolled me in many “finishing schools”,...