Balloons, Poop, and Chopsticks

I’ve mentioned in a few posts that my youngest, G, is a four-year-old wild-child. She’s intense. Kid still licks windows and floors. Also chews on sticks and leaves while asking me how airplanes fly and why plants grow big. She’s smart, determined, but defiant to the max. It’s fun and difficult as a parent. FridayContinue reading “Balloons, Poop, and Chopsticks”

Rainbows, Unicorns, and Motherhood #5: Wipe the Butts

I love being a mom. Totally my greatest joy. Motherhood is simple—just add all of your raw emotions, jumble them up, and juggle them at full-speed. Occasionally you drop a ball or two and they burst open and everything spills out. Joy, fear, love, sadness, happiness, frustration, anxiety, pride, fulfillment, exhaustion, surprise, amusement, regret, stress.Continue reading “Rainbows, Unicorns, and Motherhood #5: Wipe the Butts”

I Pay for Chicken Practice?

Today was a monumental day in the Falcon household…the girls started soccer!! Now I should have read the fine print, because I thought my kids started playing soccer on a team today, but it turns out it’s just skills. So no teamwork. And the parents are supposed to be involved—even with the older kids. SoContinue reading “I Pay for Chicken Practice?”

Just be a Tool, it’s OK (sometimes)

I’ve been very conscious recently to not use “but” as much when referring to my kids. I think everyone does it… “I love my kids…but…XYZ” Instead, I say “and.” “I love my kids AND they can be tools.” True statement, but no need for a “but.” They happen simultaneously, the love and toolishness. It happens.Continue reading “Just be a Tool, it’s OK (sometimes)”

Tattoos, Baldness, and PJ Pants

I’ve slowly been making this public, but I am transitioning out of the Marine Corps this year. That means a lot of changes for me and the family. There are three things I really, really want to do when I get out that seem a bit contradictory to the average person. I want a tattooContinue reading “Tattoos, Baldness, and PJ Pants”

Slap Party for All!

You ever just want to slap someone? I know I’m not a the only person who feels that way more often than not. As a Marine, I can tell you that we are actually not a service full of crayon-eating-body-building-dumb-as-a-box-of-rocks meat heads…but there are definitely a few. And they tend to work in billets thatContinue reading “Slap Party for All!”

The Traveling Boobs #2: Beaches

I wasn’t a huge fan of the beach until living in Okinawa for a few years. I spent more time on the beach my last year in Okinawa than I had my entire lifetime prior. With kids there are new challenges to going to the beach. Mainly sand…in cracks…butt cracks, front cracks, shoe cracks, carContinue reading “The Traveling Boobs #2: Beaches”

Don’t Put the Unicorn in Your Nose!

I spent yesterday afternoon in the ER with my youngest. I’ll give you a hint as to why… Exactly! G shoved a unicorn sticker in her nose and we couldn’t see it anymore. “Where’s the sticker now, G?”*points to center of forehead* “wite he-wa”“And…we’re going to the ER.” My favorite part of the trip wasContinue reading “Don’t Put the Unicorn in Your Nose!”

The Traveling Boobs #1

One of my greatest accomplishments in life has been nursing my two daughters. Not something I ever thought much of before becoming pregnant with my first. Who wants to think about being a walking, human cow to a chomping, always hungry, amazingly un-empathetic baby? Well, apparently this was totally for me. I nursed Emma forContinue reading “The Traveling Boobs #1”