Who’s that girl with the lamp shade on her head? It’s me, it’s me! I said who’s that girl with the lamp shade on her head? It’s me, it’s me! Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh uh huh!
Please tell me you’ve seen that skit on SNL? Because if you haven’t you probably just think I’m crazy now. And, you just might be right…
Seriously, though, if you’ve never visited my blog before, welcome. I’m Homeschool Mama and I’m a stay-at-home, homeschoolin’ mama to three mostly perfect children who occasionally make me a little grum-pay.
Now, grum-pay is different than grumpy, so don’t get it confused. Grum-pay is more like, I’m a fun mom who gets annoyed once in a while and may laugh while I discipline because my kids are so darn yummy. I’ll use it in a sentence… It makes me grum-pay when my son pins his (older) sister to the ground and won’t let her up. Grum-pay. Spread the word. Use it, embrace it.
Let me introduce you to my family…
There’s Homeschool Daddy. He’s a really fun dad who thinks the best way to spend a sunny Saturday is racing his gas-powered remote-control truck. It’s loud and the kids love it. He has taught my oldest daughter how to drive the go-kart. It makes me nervous, but he’s the adventurous one, so I go with it. I looked out one Saturday and found my oldest daughter driving my younger daughter around in circles in our cul-de-sac while Homeschool Daddy was being pulled on a skateboard. Oh yeah, that’s the life.
Our oldest daughter, B, is almost 10 and definantly a tween-ager now. (Can you read between the lines there? Have I mentioned I hate hormones?) She loves to dance competitively and read. Her favorite subject is History and she enjoys the Colonial times the most.
Our younger daughter, C, is “five and a half”. She also loves to dance and perform. She is just about the sweetest thing ever. She is the peacemaker in this family, for sure. She is learning to read and do math.
Our son, A, is four and the reason I’m starting to gray at 32. He’s a wild child and so much fun. I love to tackle him and force him to accept my kisses. When he gets away, he will cackle his “evil” laugh.
Here are a few links to some of my previous posts that you may have missed. Enjoy, and come back often. Say “hello” if you’re so inclined I don’t bite. Unless you try to “taste” my food. Then, all bets are off.
Now, I’m going to put my lampshade back on my head. Maybe the kids will run right past me the next time they want to tattle on a sibling. One can only hope…