Halloween was a great success this year. However, I had a hard time finding a costume for B to actually wear. I tried an Elmo hand-me-down that Mo wore when he was 2. Although B likes the Elmo character, he would have NO PARTS of donning the fuzzy red suit. He really likes cars and […]
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Say CHEESE Moms
I consider myself a nice person. Except to Bouche Dags at the gym. Annoying salespeople. Dirty old men. Kids who don’t belong to me who ask too many questions and touch me. People who cough and sneeze in public without covering. People who take too long to leave their parking space. Ignorant people. People who […]
What Color Am I?
The main reason I chose to raise my sons in California is because of the beach diversity. Growing up multiracial in the South taught me a lot, but umm…..I didn’t want my boys to grow up thinking the term “good hair” was a common word in Webster’s Dictionary. Mo and B both have their own […]
Mr. OCD
Bronson is 21 months old now, and his little personality is emerging very fast.
Lately, I’ve noticed a certain “organizational” skill he seems to posess. He loves organizing and arranging….EVERYTHING. His diapers, clothes, the food in the pantry…..and household chemicals.
My little anixiety disorder toddler hard at work.
Wait a minute…I want the hand soaps down HERE.
The proud Artiste. Now, if he can get him to master turning all the labels to face forward,we’ll be all set. (BTW, I have no idea where his OCD came from)
**Oh yeah, parents, don’t let your kids play with toxic chemicals.
Let’s Eat!
I like to eat.
My kids like to eat.
Bronson LOVES to eat!
Mo is rarely seen without clutching his wallet or money. Bronson is rarely seen without food and/or drink in his hand.
Going for a spin with Big Bro (and a pizza slice).
Running after Mo, pizza still in hand.
I only need one hand to push brother.
Nice wheels. Great pizza.
And don’t even think about trying to take it from his hands!
Naomi vs. Angelina
Since I have 2 boys, people are always asking if they have similar personalities. Yes and no.
They are both Gemini. They have a 4 year age difference, but their birthdays are 2 weeks apart.
The easiest way to put it into perspective is this:
Mo (Morris) has the same bday as Naomi Campbell.
B (Bronson) has the same bday as Angelina Jolie.
Mo: Very intense and emotional. He’s meticulous and an extreme perfectionist. He is ultra competitive in everything he does and doesn’t like to be 2nd best in anything. When he’s happy, it’s almost as if he’s drunk. When he’s angry, his jugular vein bulges. He needs attention, but doesn’t neccesarily have to be the center of attention at gatherings. He has a quiet confidence and always surveys a situation or circumstance before taking action. Gets bored easily, especially when he’s not challenged. He’s very protective of people he loves and has a passion for fighting and being physical, although he is rarely the aggressor. Loves the ladies, girls, females, etc…
B: Very carefree and laid back. He adapts well to change and goes along for the ride easily. He loves to laugh and play, often times just by himself. He is extremely independent and does the best when he’s just left alone to do his own thing. His favorite activity is eating. He always has food in his hand or mouth. He loves to laugh and thinks everything is funny. He will sit down quietly and read books or do puzzles. He has a pretty good attention span and doesn’t get bored with repetivie tasks. Very sweet, fun loving, and happy among loved ones, but cautious and quiet around unfamiliar faces.
We’ll see what happens over the next few years. Otherwise, I’m content with my little Naomi and little Angelina. 
Dear Mo and Bronson
Dear Mo and Bronson,
I know as you boys get older you will start to read mommy’s blog. So let’s just pretend we are in the future and approaching your 16th birthdays.
I’m guessing you’ll be into cars and hip hop. That’s cool. You might even watch the MTV hit, My Super Sweet Sixteen which showcases over the top birthday celebrations. That’s fine also.
But even if mommy is rich and jet setting from Cali to Capri on a regular basis (oooh…the law of attraction), let me tell you in advance how your 16th birthday WON’T be going down:
*You won’t be getting a $360,000 Maybach. You might get a Mazda (in which I’m gonna need to help for half as well as your car insurance).
*You won’t have Fabolous, Jim Jones, or Lil Kim perform at your mega exclusive A-List birthday bash. You might have your high school gospel choir or Glee Club there to sing Happy Birthday. Or maybe one of my friends that had a record deal many years ago could possibly chime in a hook or 2.
*I will not hire a uniformed driver to accompany you home. I might dress up in a cute ensemble given that my boobs and butt are still decently in tact and drive you home to make sure you get there safely (and you better give me a goodnight kiss).
*I will not be handing you a check for $10,000 as a birthday gift. I might hand you the bill from the evening and offer to pay a portion of it.
Yes, Morris and Bronson, this might be the fabulous life of Sean “P. Diddy” Combs’s son, Justin’s life, but not yours.
You will be lucky if I let you stay out past midnight (given I have a GPS tracker on you somehow). And don’t even think about brining any little girls home.
Forget about it!!!!
Well, it’s probably getting late. Don’t forget to brush your teeth. And put that toilet seat down!
Oh, and Happy 16th Birthday boys.
Love, Mommy
Mommy Mile High Club
I finally caved and took my first flight with the boys.
It wasn’t pretty.
I will never snarl or turn my nose up at a mom with kids on a plane again.
Where do I begin?
I could tell you about how I almost single handedly gave every passenger on flight 84 a concussion while trying to carry the stroller/car seat down the airplane aisle (Note to airplane manufacturers, please widen the aisle to accommodate these conversion chairs as well as to allow Bronson to crawl without disruption of the beverage passing process).
I could tell you about when Morris and Bronson were hanging in the back of the airplane and in my aching hip and elbow’s desperation for a break, I put Bronson down and didn’t care that he and Morris were playing with the emergency exit door lever.
I could tell you about the pile of snacks Bronson threw on the floor that could probably feed the entire state of Rhode Island.
I could tell you that Bronson’s favorite airplane activity was hanging out in the tiny closet, I mean bathroom, and exploring all the contraptions, but that would be far too embarrassing.
I could tell you about how Morris made such a scene on the airplane that the nice girl sitting next to me voluntarily gave up her seat (midflight) so Mo could be closer to me (and further from her).
I could tell you that I stopped counting at 40 regarding the number of times Bronson kicked the chair in front of him.
I could tell you how there is something about the air pressure in the cabin that makes a sippy cup erupt like Old Faithful when you open it and how my row and the entire row in front of me left smelling like warm Very Vanilla Silk Soymilk.
Oh yes, I could go on and on about the glorious tales of my travels, but I’ll let Bronson tell you more…
I’m all ready to take my first airplane nap…got my pjs on, and my blankie, just need my goodnight kiss from mommy.
yawn….Yeah, I’m gonna pass on the in flight movie.
Yeah, I got it…my seat is also a flotation device (so is mommy).
Wake me when they start passing the pretzels. GOING…
Going….
NOPE! I DECIDED TO STAY AWAKE FOR THE NEXT 4 HOURS.
National Ice Cream Day
I love holidays, celebrations, and sweets.
Any chance of celebrating something, I’m on board.
You bought a new lawn mower? Let’s go out to dinner!
The new paint job on you car has survived another year? This calls for cupcakes!
You finished reading the novel you started 6 months ago? Gelatto on me!
So, when I heard about National Ice Cream Day I couldn’t wait to figure out a celebration.
There seemed to be one logical choice. I packed up the kids and headed to milk.
Milk is the brainchild of Bret Thompson, formerly of The Patina Group.
Milk is a cafe, bakeshop, and ice cream parlor rolled into one glorious location. There is something (or many things) for everyone. The kids LOVED it!
Morris got their Citrus Vanilla Float- blood orange sorbet, lime sorbet, vanilla bean ice cream, and creme soda.
I had a breakfast sandwhich, Red Velvet cupcake, Ooey Gooey double chocolate cookie, and Black Cherry Float (I got a little caught up in the moment).
Bronson had a little of everything. He’s our human 13 month old garbage disposal.
Everything was amazing.
We will definitely go back. And I’m not waiting until the next National Ice Cream Day.
Bronson can attest to the yumminess of the cupcake
Got Milk?
