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The Top Ten Reasons This Mom Loves Back-To-School Time

back to schoolBut first… when doing a “Top Ten”… does one go from 10 to 1 or from 1 to 10?

I’m gonna count backwards. That way, I can show off my mathiness.

10. The smell. There is this “smell”. It’s not the smell of Fall, but the smell of “Fall is on it’s way.” It’s like the smell of cookies, but nature-ier.

9. New shoes. For mom. I got myself a pair. You should copy me.

8. A sense of “peace is near”… I can do anything for 9 more days. Even be with my own children. I know, I’m a saint.

7. Sunflowers.

6. School lunch snacks in the pantry. This also sucks because I am not a good resister of temptation. *raises fist to curse the Hostess snack cake*

5. The end of guilt is near. At the end of every school year I am so intent… on making sure the kids do some form of school work for X many minutes everyday… and then they will bring world peace. Well, every year I seem to lower my own bar… and at this point a teeny little red ant prolly couldn’t limbo under my intentions. So… back to school means I won’t feel guilty for undoing the previous year’s education.

4. Peace and quiet. Gloray!

3. New backpacks and school supplies. I bought extra so I could have my own stash and feel like a teacher again. I skipped on the denim overall dress though. 😉

2. A break. I love my kids, but kids are work! And much of the summer I have stayed up very late at night to do my own work. Back-to-school means I may be able to get to bed before 1 a.m. and finish the bulk of my “work life” while they are busy with learning.

1. I love Fall. And my birthday is in the Fall. So… bring it, and by “it”, I mean PRESENTS.

But enough about ME… Why do YOU look forward to “back-to-school”?

– Jenny is a scattered mom of 3 who loves to dance, spray glitter, and dreams of being famous… You can read more about Jenny at her blog Jenny On The Spot, where she has been telling tales of maternal defeat and digression since 2004. You can also find her on Twitter.

Not So Taxing Travels…

Since it is April 15th, aka Tax Day, I thought it only fitting to talk about taxes.  I’m not really the one that is responsible for the taxes in our home.  OK OK…I’m totally not the one who is responsible for the taxes in our home.  In fact, I don’t even think I know how to do the taxes.  However, I do know how to travel.  And traveling with kids has the possibility of being taxing.  How’s that for a tie in?  I’m smooth like butter.  Am I right or am I right?  All right, all right, all right…I’ll get on with it. 

I love to travel.  I think it is safe to say that my husband loves to travel as long as it doesn’t center around huge crowds and crazy lines.  And I am happy to say that we are raising two little girls who love to travel.  Granted they are not up to Jolie-Pitt Clan standards, but we’ve made our mark in a quite a few places.  It helps that both our families live out of state (Maine and Montana) and in order to see Grammy KK or Nana and Papa we have to hop a train, plane, or automobile.   As a family we have conquered New England, Chicago, parts of the Pacific Coast, Hawaii,  the I-90 corridor that stretches through Washington, Idaho, Montana, and beyond.  We have had blown-out diapers at 30,000 feet,  gone comando at O’Hare,  experienced crying jags that have lasted for miles and miles, and had more roadside potty stops than I care to remember.  But we have also had some wonderfully exciting, totally memorable times.   Through all this we have learned, as parents, a very important travel lesson….ANYTHING GOES!!  That would mean unlimited snacks, bribery, and hours of DVD movies.  ANYTHING GOES goes a long way in saving our sanity.  “What?  You want to watch Barbie and the Christmas Carol for the fifth time?  Be my guest!”  “What?  You want to eat 18 pounds of red licorice and then later puke it up in the Hawaiian bushes?  Knock yourself out!”  “What?  You want a brand new Leapster game just because we are packing the carry on?  Whatever your little heart desires sweetums!”  If it keeps ’em quite and entertained, then it is cool with me.

Mind you, we do not use this philosophy in our every day life,  but we do when it comes to travel.  As a result, we are all happier for it.  Mama’s happy, Daddy’s happy, little one’s are happy, and fellow passengers are happy.  Happy, happy, happy.  We also never have to say, “We are never traveling again.  That was a nightmare!”  We have trained them well…or have they trained us?  ANYTHING GOES!!!

All packed up and ready for adventure…

What is your favorite “traveling with kids” trick?  I would love to add a few new ones to our arsenal!

-Stacey is a mom of two and a wife of one who likes her family (good thing), traveling, reading celebrity gossip (I’m not ashamed), and cooking. You can read more about her and the crew at her blog Oh Happy Days.


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The Shiniest of Them All…

Did you know that tooth fairy money is special and can’t be replaced?  Well it is and it can’t.  You know how I know?  I know because 17 days ago I was fishing poop quarter out of the toilet.  Yeah…my life is glamorous like that!  I am pretty sure Oprah will be calling me any minute to appear on a show titled either “A Behind the Scenes Look at Glamorous Mothers” or “Why Moms Drink”.  I will sit on the couch with our fair lady and recount my morning.  I can see it now…it’s going to be awesome.   The following is how it all went down.

Cast of characters:  Our youngest daughter, age 5, known on this blog as A.   Our oldest daughter, age 7, known on this blog as L.

Time:  Friday morning, 8:58am, we leave for school at 9am mind you.

A had lost her tooth the day before and that night the tooth fairy had left two quarters under her pillow.  She packed those quarters around all morning and apparently left them in the bathroom at some point in time.  L decided she “had to go” right before we were ready to walk out the door.  As we waited for her to finish up we suddenly heard, through the closed bathroom door, the distinctive clink of metal on porceline.  Apparenlty, A’s money had jumped off the bathroom counter, jumped into L’s hand, jumped out of L’s hand, and jumped into the poop filled toilet.  Oh the tears, oh the drama!  No biggie I said, I will replace it with a new quarter.  NOOOOOOOOO!!!! (and I do mean NOOOOOOOOO!!!!) tooth fairy money is special Mommy and you can’t replace it.  TEARS TEARS TEARS! 

So a plan was formed.  As the children were at school I would reach into the toilet (with gloves), fish out the quarter, and soak in bleach for 3 hours.  By the time A returned from class it will be as good as new.  And I did just that.   After the required amount of soaking I must say that even though handling poop quarter gives me a slight case of the heebie jeebies, it is quite possibly the shiniest quarter in circulation.  Not to mention quite possibly the cleanest.  Do you know how dirty money really is?  I do…I’ve seen it first hand.  

After this incident, I feel I have now paid my mother dues and I should get a free pass for the rest of the month.  If reaching in a toilet at 9:15 in the morning doesn’t get you that, I don’t know what does!

-Stacey is a mom of two and a wife of one who likes her family (good thing), traveling, reading celebrity gossip (I’m not ashamed), and cooking. You can read more about her and the crew at her blog Oh Happy Days.


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Don’t Bite The Hand…

Our oldest daughter (age 7) is a nail biter.  No not the kind of kid that does wacky stunts therefore producing nail biting induced fear from her parents.  Quite the opposite in fact…she’s a cautious one.  She, instead, is the type of nail biter that bites her nails down to little stumps.  Every time I went to cut her nails I noticed that they were already shorn to alarming lengths (or length lack thereof).  At first I suspected she was ripping them so I regaled her with, “Stop ripping your nails.  They are going to start bleeding and they’ll hurt!”  It didn’t work.  Apparently she is at home with the sight of her own blood.  Then I realized she was biting them.  I pulled on my Parenting 101 hat to get to the root of the problem.

 “Honey…are you biting your nails because you are scared of something?” Nope! 

“Honey…are you biting your nails because you are nervous at school?” Nope! 

“Honey…are you biting your nails just to bite your nails?”  Ding ding ding…winner winner chicken dinner!

 “Why?  Why would you do that?” was my ever so patient inquiry. 

“I just can’t seem to resist!” was her ever so patient response. 

I tried another tactic.  You know the one.  The one where you instill the fear in your child.  The fear of germs.  Little gross disgusting germs that reside on your hands and fingers and each and every time you put your fingers in your mouth you are putting those germs into your body…dadadadum. 

“But I just can’t seem to resist!” was her ever so patient response. 

So off to Wal Mart we go (us and about 8,000 other people on a Saturday).  After much searching I finally found what I was looking for.  A little bottle of clear fingernail polish that tastes like bleck and that will cure my daughter of this nasty habit.  And the upside…she couldn’t wait to have it!  Oh little does she know what it was going to taste like.  I remember the bitter sour concoction my mom used to paint it on my nails (wait…maybe it runs in the family?). 

When we got home she ever so eagerly offered up her fingers and as they dried she was almost giddy.  At first taste she said, “It’s spicy!”, stuck out her tongue, and proceeded to stick out her finger for her younger sister to try.  She then continued to lick them periodically throughout the night and couldn’t wait for Daddy to get home so he could taste them too.  Not really the point there sister.  You are supposed to keep your fingers OUT of your mouth…not continue to belly up to the proverbial bar for more! 

The next morning she also informed me that another good thing about the fingernail polish was that she won’t want to eat a booger when she is wearing it.  I guess we will be killing two nasty habits with one $3.87 bottle of bleck!  Score one for Team Mommy…whoot whoot!                                        

-Stacey is a mom of two and a wife of one who likes her family (good thing), traveling, reading celebrity gossip (I’m not ashamed), and cooking.  You can read more about her and the crew at her blog Oh Happy Days.


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Who is this “Mom on the Spot”, Anyway?

Greetings! My name is Jenny Ingram. I’ve lived here almost 10 years, have been married for 14 years, and have 3 kids… just taking life one day at time. Of course, there is always more to a story than meets the eye. Most of my story is “punctuated” by my children. I credit them for not only my frequent occasional battles with insanity, but for the rebirth of my passion for writing. Look, this is our most recent family picture. Like I said, insanity:

Seriously. This was our Christmas card. 

My muse is my role as “mom”, but like a tree — there are branches. I started writing at Jenny on the Spot (my personal blog) 5 years ago as an outlet for creativity and sanity. It started as a “mommy” blog but has shifted to include other parts of who I am as well. It is there I “get my silly on”. In December I joined Type-A Mom as their Just for Moms editor. I absolutely love being connected with other moms… sharing, encouraging, crying out for help… And now this! I get to combine my “mom-side” with my community! So awesome!

So, for my first post here, I would like to take a moment to introduce myself to you. If you are choosing to use a portion of your time to read these words, the least I can to is let you know what you are wasting spending time on… I figure the best way to get to know me is through the eyes of my children. They are honest little creatures! I recently asked them a few questions about me. Their answers are in order of my children’s age: Joel (9), Olivia (6) and Lucy (4):
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