Always Real, Hallmark Holidays, Parenting Gone Awry

Antique Mommy 1, Easter Bunny 0

I always think I should make Sean an Easter basket or fill a Christmas stocking. But I never do. I think the last time I made an Easter basket for Sean, he was four or five. That was the year I had the bright idea of filling Easter eggs with coins instead of candy.  I am still finding quarters in my flower beds. Every year, I think that making (or even buying) an Easter basket for Sean is something I should do because all the good moms make awesome Martha Stewart-Pinterest worthy baskets and they post pictures…

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Parenting Gone Awry

Wherein I Am Omniscient With The Help Of Amazon

As many of you know, Sean is now a 10-year-old boy and as such, I have had to learn to lengthen the leash, to give him a bit more freedom. I have had to carefully calculate how much to lengthen the rope by the severity of the consequences that could befall any unfortunate decision he might make in this new space and then recalibrate and test the rope again just to make sure. When he was little it was much much easier.  I could allow him to roam to the other side of the playground where…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry

Chore Charts, Eggs and Other Opportunities

The other day I was out of eggs, which as a person who adheres to a Paleo diet, is a crisis. So I said to Sean, “Hop on your bike and run to the store and get me some eggs.” “Yeah, right,” he said dryly.  And then we both slapped our knees and laughed heartily. It was funny because the thought that I would send him the half mile to the store and across a busy 4-lane road on his bike was ridiculous. It wasn’t ridiculous because he’s not capable, because he is — he is…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry, School

From The Little Gym To The Big College

Today Sean and I are heading to a local community college so that he can take a math test which, if he passes, will allow him to do more challenging math type stuff this coming school year, which if my calculations are correct, is 4th grade.  (GULP!) The reason Sean is taking a math test at a college campus instead of an elementary school, where 4th grade is generally located, is because through a red-tape snafu accounting error — or his mom wasn’t on top of the calendar — we missed the deadline for the spring…

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Always Real, Antique Childhood, Antique Junk Drawer, Hallmark Holidays, Parenting Gone Awry

Wishing You A Very Antique Valentine’s Day

I found a package of unopened Valentine cards from what looks like the 1960’s in an antique store a year or so ago and I fell in love with them.  I didn’t know what I would do with them, I just wanted them, so I bought them and stashed them away with the other retro stuff I randomly buy. I guess I love these cards because they are innocent and sweet and cheesy – the things I think Valentine’s Day should be for kiddos and I still long for.  Is that when you are officially old?…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry, School, Sometimes Tart

Whining Is Not A Strategy

There is an old saying that we all know:  The squeaky wheel gets the grease. In other words, those who complain the loudest and the longest and in the most annoying repetitious way possible —  get what they want.  Except from me, then no, they get nothing. My policy is this:  I don’t negotiate with terrorists or toddlers. Or those who behave as such. At the House of Antique, if you are whining, the answer is automatically NO.  If you continue whining, you will get the Antique Mommy fish eye, which has been known to stop…

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Parenting Gone Awry

Boundaries

Boundaries have become the issue lately — geographic boundaries. Some families in our neighborhood are of the free-range philosophy.  They have chosen to let their children roam unattended.  AD and I have decided that is not a good choice for Sean right now.  Some of the reasons behind our decision have to do with Sean and where he is in the process of proving himself as responsible, reliable and of good judgment. Other reasons have to do with us; our perceived risks and rewards that come with allowing him to roam beyond the reach of my…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry

The Value Of A Good Coconut Tree

Sunday was a slow and rainy day, very much welcome as we have not had rain here since 1996.  It’s true, ask my lawn. Rain brushed against the windows and falling acorns made the sound of popcorn popping as the wind shook them from the trees onto the roof.  Football noise filled the house and AD dozed on the couch in front of the TV.  Which left Sean and me with a wonderful afternoon of nothingness to fill.  It was a perfect day for artsy people like us, so we called up our inner-Picassos and sought…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry, School, Wivian

Jackets Lost And Found

So far we have had two chilly mornings.  So far Sean has worn a jacket to school two times. So far Sean has lost two jackets. So this morning, as he put on his 3rd and final jacket, I said to him that his first order of business today was to locate the other two jackets. “Mom,” he said, “If the jackets are not claimed within so many days they give them to someone who does not have a jacket.” “Sean,” I said, “That someone without a jacket may be you if you don’t come home…

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Christmas, Parenting Gone Awry, Silliness

Carry On Santa

So that y’all may go on with your holidays, I shall reveal to you the secrets of the House of Antique as it relates to obscure toy requests: 1) A machine gun.  Sean wants the Nerf machine gun but it is $40 and we already have three other Nerf guns.  He will get the $15 Walmart no-name obnoxious noise making variety which I will deeply regret two minutes seconds after it is loosed from its packaging. After purchasing a number of Tonka obnoxious-noise-making Trucks and an Alvin the Chipmunk who sings Up On The Rooftop every…

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