tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579357851977451002024-02-19T16:05:40.130-08:00I Am Fearless ...Sort ofFearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.comBlogger301125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-52014058640228046342012-10-12T22:57:00.002-07:002012-10-12T22:58:31.382-07:00What a journey blogging has been. I started off with a simple desire to keep in touch with my fellow isolated friends, moms who had chosen to stay at home with their kids and whom I had not seen or talked to in...a long time. I don't know about them, but I would periodically wonder what they were up to. Just in case they wondered the same about me, I thought I would feed a few tidbits on the blogFearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-84022129537394407272010-07-05T09:17:00.000-07:002010-07-05T10:31:08.937-07:00Post VBS BlissLast year I was a big baby and blogged about the hellishness of having vacation bible school and swim practice on the same days. This year I grew up a little, which is good considering I turned 40 last month (more on that later). I enjoyed both VBS and swim practice tremendously and wouldn't have given up either one for more sleep, and that is saying a lot.We're talking over 2000 kids!Originally Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-33814557012642623472010-06-23T10:07:00.000-07:002010-06-23T12:10:15.399-07:00All About the Husband...from the kids' perspectives.1. My dad's job is...to work with computers, paint walls, and cook dinner.2. He enjoys...going out with us, taking me out to Toys 'R Us, and talking to Mommy.3. Dad looks handsome when...all the time, he is at a meeting, and he is nice.4. His favorite dinner is...Mediterranean food, McDonald's, and chicken.5. The thing he likes best about me is...that I'm sweet, Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-46794787403478470282010-06-22T09:34:00.000-07:002010-06-22T09:46:59.185-07:00The Last 3 MonthsThere have been half a dozen times in the last couple of months that I started a post and then ran out of time to finish it. Or maybe that's just how my brain works now, a fleeting thought and then that's it.I could go on and on about what my life has been like these few months, but I think pictures would convey it best.Activity 1 - BaseballLittle boys dressed up to watch grass grow on the field.Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-20656160740089987462010-04-13T11:08:00.000-07:002010-04-14T00:18:56.880-07:00Barfy Birthday<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->I'd like to take this opportunity to tell my sisters how lucky I am to have my hubby. He's tall, dark, and handsome. Plus he's got genes for good teeth to pass on to my kids and evenly divided X and Y sperm. How lucky could a girl get?Oh, but there's more. Because this past weekend, he spent a good chunk of his birthday scrubbing out vomit bedding and clothing Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-30595322562152696632010-03-26T09:14:00.000-07:002010-03-26T09:18:47.044-07:00Gratuitous Kid Picture<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->Not just because I have nothing to say but because I love looking at my kids and assume the whole entire world feels the same. addthis_pub = 'FearlessMom';<!-- AddThis Button END -->Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-41560262676948923142010-03-19T11:35:00.000-07:002010-03-19T19:08:01.742-07:00Why is the sky blue?Everyday I walk four times to our neighborhood school: early in the morning to drop off my son, later in the morning to drop off my kindergartener, early in the afternoon to pick up the kindergartener, and later in the afternoon to pick up my son. Lucky for me we live in Southern California.I don't mind the frequent treks. The walks are a nice break in my otherwise agoraphobic existence. Nothing Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-72494494325390028492010-01-28T10:16:00.000-08:002010-01-28T11:10:50.333-08:00Warts, Moles, and AllThis year I resolve to be less paranoid about having my picture taken. It's some sort of phobia that I have, except I can't find it on the official phobia list. Photophobia, the most likely candidate, is the fear of light, so that's not it. After screening down the whole list of P's, past pagophobia (fear of ice), papaphobia (fear of the Pope), and pteronophobia (fear of being tickled by feathersFearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-42102091484137122602010-01-21T10:22:00.000-08:002010-01-21T12:04:36.954-08:00A Bright Spotin an otherwise gray day.addthis_pub = 'FearlessMom';<!-- AddThis Button END -->Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-67532098832175208452010-01-19T18:52:00.000-08:002010-01-19T22:48:08.429-08:00My Way BackThe reason I haven't blogged lately, despite having two kids in school, is because my mornings are occupied now. Mornings were the only time I could blog before because it was quiet, and my brain was alert after just awakening. It was and still is my best thinking time. I save that time now for something better. Someone better, I should say. Everyday, after walking off the grogginess in the briskFearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-63718323901510421442009-12-04T10:30:00.000-08:002009-12-04T10:41:52.302-08:00The Long Road to Assertiveness<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->1976:Kid #1 asks me something, Kid #2 responds, "Oh, don't bother, she can't talk." The school labels me as a mute.1979:All my friends abandon me because a girl claimed that I stole something of hers. I don't deny it even though it's not true.1987:The first boy ever in my whole life "likes" me. I end up going with him despite him being a total loser.1989a:The first Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-25638298237251554192009-11-30T08:30:00.000-08:002009-11-30T08:32:32.734-08:00Update<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->It's been so long, I don't even know where to start. I guess a quick update is as good of a place as any.My son started off public school really well. And by really well, I mean that he was only a shell of himself, with an alien on the inside. An obedient, quiet, and calm alien that all schools and teachers love. Not to fear - through willpower (he always did have Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-39447404837525106352009-11-06T10:38:00.000-08:002009-11-06T11:09:00.721-08:00Our HalloweenThe kindergarteners on their trick-or-treating fieldtrip. Because the school knows there's nothing cuter than a bunch of kindergarteners.The princess holding up her underwear which kept sliding down.The brave dad who let his daughter paper mache his face to make a mask.The other princess.The superhero who ran around scaring the princesses and ended up breaking a nail.The baby monkey who had to beFearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-46308879282986150552009-10-26T09:27:00.000-07:002009-10-26T11:59:44.073-07:00A New BeginningFirst off, I apologize. I'm so very sorry for dropping off cyberspace suddenly without a word. I realize that my dear readers, all three of you, wondered if I perhaps died. Not quite but I'm sorry if I caused anyone to worry.At this point, I have to physically force myself to quit apologizing, because otherwise the husband will ask,"why do you keep apologizing?" He is very sensitive about me Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-20089251307657179972009-09-12T16:45:00.000-07:002009-10-26T12:20:43.606-07:00First Day of KindergartenLast week, my baby girl started school. For the first time ever. In her entire life.Sure, she went to speech therapy all last year. But those sessions were only 45 minutes each, and the therapist had to pry her off my leg almost every time. She's also been to Vacation Bible School twice, which is a week-long half a day program. The first time, she cried so badly when she glimpsed me walking by Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-35250095344938210192009-09-11T18:49:00.000-07:002009-09-11T19:28:23.866-07:00Hail Patriot DayEarly this morning, my boy and his troop went to raise the flag at our neighborhood school. That's one of the best things I like about the Boy Scouts of America, that they teach patriotism and love of country. As opposed to the fundraising, which I despise. I also adore their uniforms. My boy was not even born when 9-11 happened. But he and his troop are the hope that sprang from it's ashes. We Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-79525128275061071422009-09-03T08:26:00.000-07:002009-09-03T10:15:10.129-07:00First Day of Homeschool<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->Here's how it went. The kids woke up at 10 am. An hour later, my oldest was sitting nicely at the table doing her math worksheets. My son was upside down on the couch chanting,"I don't wanna do homeschool, I don't wanna do homeschool..."I actually caved in and gave him the choice of going back to public school or homeschooling. Just tell me, which one do you want to Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-76427211427330466472009-09-02T08:39:00.000-07:002009-09-02T13:57:40.963-07:00Summer I Hardly Knew YeSummer is over. I figured it out last night as I was busy cleaning out a year's worth of paper crap in our file. You know, the file that supposedly has all the report cards, school notices, and let's not forget the bane of homeschooling - records and logs. People see the nice flat surface of the file, which is the only clean flat area in the room besides the floor, and just start piling stuff on Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-63704300780695811182009-08-26T10:27:00.000-07:002009-08-26T10:28:50.803-07:00My Life in Song<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --><!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream I was kissin' Valentino By a crystal blue Italian stream Back to life, back to reality Back to life, back to reality Back to life, back to reality Back to the here and now yeahWe've got to hold on to what we've got 'Cause it doesn't make a difference If we make it or not We've got Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-62377761485056901642009-08-19T14:58:00.000-07:002009-08-19T15:34:02.196-07:00Don't Hate Me Because I'm Lazy<!-- AddThis Button BEGIN -->Ahem, is this thing still on? Feels like it's been ages since I've had a coherent thought.Swimming ended about two weeks ago, and along with that, my drive to wake up in the morning. For the first time in maybe 3 years, we had nothing on our schedules. No school, no soccer, no swimming, no music, no agenda.It was such a shock to our systems after running around for soFearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-22677950183997585132009-08-13T12:01:00.000-07:002009-08-13T12:08:08.367-07:00The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades<!-- AddThis Button END -->Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-66313133916349979072009-08-10T10:06:00.000-07:002009-08-10T10:50:58.671-07:00Before and AfterBeforeMy younger daughter has always had short hair. Her hair is thin and fine, so any untrimmed growth appears scraggly. At least, that is what my mother-in-law says. Any time my daughter's hair has grown out just a little bit, there my MIL was with the scissors.We would drop my daughter off to be babysat, and when we picked her up, her hair would be hacked off. It got to the point where the Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-90959029256247579212009-08-06T09:43:00.000-07:002009-08-06T11:03:36.418-07:00A Different TakeMy turn, my turn! I do, I do!When Mommy and Daddy were running around the house throwing stuff all over the place, I had no idea that they were busy packing and loading up the car, and that I would have to sit in the carseat or stroller for a whole week. Good thing I don't like to walk on my own much anyway.The drive was kind of fun. I got to kick the dvd player and eat a lot of junk food (yummy Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-20973987588545546902009-08-03T11:20:00.000-07:002009-08-03T12:14:24.709-07:00Home Sweet HomeAfter the Grand Canyon, we drove straight home. But first we stopped in hell for dinner.This was in Needles, CA, the first city in CA on highway 40, which is the old Route 66. For the life of me, I cannot understand why anyone would choose to live here. Unless they're in the air-conditioning business.We sweated through dinner, as it was a balmy 90 degrees inside the restaurant. The Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957935785197745100.post-6806247402910377892009-07-30T09:26:00.000-07:002009-07-30T10:27:36.168-07:00The Last StopWe drove through Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona. I would love to tell you all about those states, except I mostly slept through it all. I'm like a baby that way: put me in a car, and I end up with my head tilted back and mouth wide open. Many a person has taken a picture of me like that, hoping to blackmail me or something. Hey, I freely admit that I have a lot of cavities in my mouth.In my Fearless Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05258221055540172431noreply@blogger.com2