Sweet Victory

Last weekend, temps soared to the mid-30s in Minnesota.


Ok, it was still more like this:


After most of Saturday afternoon spent cooped up at Fancy Pants Ranch, I decided that the kids and I should venture outdoors.

Initially, they were not into my plan to take our geriatric toy poodle, Frenchie, for a stroll.

The threat of no more screens for the rest of the weekend roused them into action, though.

We set out into the late afternoon sunshine with a plan to head to the local park.

Within 30 seconds, MGM (7) and Trixie (5) were laughing, running and warning each other to avoid eating the yellow snow.

Brief discourse determined who would be allowed to walk the dog TO the park and then FROM the park.

We jumped over debris at the house-under-construction on our block.

We marveled that our neighbors had a Christmas tree on their porch. So decadent!

The park was a resounding success, despite the slide having a fresh coat of snow.

When we eventually wandered home, it wasn’t enough.

And that’s when I had my Most Successful Parenting Moment Ever.

I don’t anticipate that this will ever be repeated, but somehow I convinced the kids that shoveling snow was fun.

Each armed with an ergonomic shovel, they cleared the driveway, sidewalk and front stoop to perfection. 

At one point, our neighbor across the street popped his head out and jokingly asked if the kids were for hire.

Nope, sorry, but score one for the Mother of the Year!








Welckum Home, Mom

My heart burst when I saw these signs upon my return home from a work trip to Vancouver, Canada, last night:


My favorite is the trajectory of the celebratory return night, as depicted by Trixie (5):


What Mom does (quoting Trixie here):

  1. She comes home with sparkles. (!!!!)
  2. She eats pizza.
  3. She is happy.
  4. She goes to bed.

Yep, this night is playing out exactly as I’d hoped!

Truly, have an awesome weekend!

P.S. Bonus pic: Me depicted as a rainbow butterfly, with Trixie as smaller butterfly.