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Yes…Jack is still Irish and I’m not

Or am I?


When I was a kid, St. Patrick’s Day always meant something, because I would wear green to school, and get green mashed potatoes and cupcakes, and wear pins that said “kiss me I’m Irish”, even though I wasn’t, and all that fun stuff. 

Now that I’m older, and not even 1%  Irish, it’s a holiday that kind of sneaks up on me and goes right past. I know a lot of Irish people, and my son is Irish too, but that usually doesn’t help me remember to wear green ha ha.

Me: Jack, go change your shirt. Put on the green one.

Jack: Why? No one’s going to care.

Me: you’ll care. And I’ll care. And Saint Patrick will care. Go pick out a green shirt because you’re Irish.

Jack: do we have any of those pins that say kiss me I’m Irish?

Me: no I don’t think we do, and even if we did, I wouldn’t know where they are.

Jack: ( calling from upstairs ) I don’t know which shirt is green!

I forget sometimes that he is colorblind.

Me: it’s the long sleeve shirt that’s farther over to the right in the… Oh forget it I’ll come up and show you.

Jack: is it this one? (He found the right one!)

Me: yeah that’s it! Now you look like my little Irish boy. That mixed with German. Explains a lot.

Jack: what was that?

Me: oh nothing…

And, boy does that explain a lot! Ha ha. Anyone else out there a mix of Irish and German, or have a child or spouse with that combo? Let me know what you think 🙂

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Here’s Moca chewing something green ha ha.


I’m cranky

Just venting to say that I had to blog posts queued up and ready to go, over a week ago, but my phone broke in the drafts were lost. So you will have to suffer in silence for a little longer while I prepare new shit.

I’ll leave you with a quote from Jack from last night.

Jack: Mom, you really shouldn’t eat anymore M&Ms, especially when you get a big zit on your face like that. Shouldn’t you know by now?

me: 😫


Define annoying…

Today we had a 90 minute delay due to snow so I had to drive Jack to school. We made a quick stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for hot cocoa. The puppy Moca went into her crate nicely and Bella was enjoying the peace and quiet.

We were driving along when Jack saw one of his friends standing outside waiting for the bus.

Jack: Hey you scrub!

me: why are you yelling that at that kid? Is that what you guys call each other?

Jack: no, I called him a scrub because he’s annoying.

Me: oh, I thought he was your friend, but he’s annoying?

Jack: he’s not really my friend he’s just very annoying so I call him a scrub.

Me: well, how annoying to you have to be to be called a scrub? What does he do?

Jack: he just ask annoying that’s all

Me: is he annoying like a bully? Like poking at you and stuff?

Jack: no he doesn’t do that he just annoys me.

Me: what exactly does he do to annoy you? Tell me what he does that’s annoying to you.

Jack: kind of like what you’re doing right now.

Me: sigh…

I’ll leave you with a recent photo of Jack from the other day, and one of Moca this morning with her sweater and boots. We had just come in from shoveling the driveway ha ha.



Meet Moca!

If you’ve ever owned a puppy then you can appreciate my state of mind right now. We picked up Moca this past Saturday. She is half Pitbull and half Corgi mix. A rescue! Adorable and sweet at 12 weeks old. Smart as ever!

Then why am I in, as my friend called it, puppy post-partum? Because ITS LIKE HAVING AN INFANT!

Haha.

It will pass. But I’m tired.

Jack is so thrilled to finally have a new puppy. He’s a great help also and Moca loves him. 
The Plan…

Jack: i’m going to walk the dog morning and night right mom?

me: Yep!

Reality…

Jack: but it’s so cold and dark out at 6:30! Can you do it?

me: Nope!

We have a pretty good schedule, Moca does really well all night in her crate I must say. I wake her up in the morning take her outside, feed her and take her in the kitchen on a leash to get Jack’s breakfast ready. The leash is for everyone’s safety and control. Especially Bella. And my furniture and walls.

Then Jack comes down stairs after getting dressed and eat breakfast, and we play in the kitchen while he ignores usHa ha. Then I take Moca into the bathroom with me to get partially ready while Jack brushes his teeth and get his things together for school. Jack will then take her for a walk for about 10 minutes while I blow dry and get dressed and then we all walk down to the bus stop together. And then I have a bout a half hour more playtime and getting ready time with the dog and then she goes in her crate around  7:30. Luckily I work close to home so I zipped home before lunch and spend a half-hour with her and then we were beat the routine when I get home from work.

She really is great at our routine even though it’s only been three days.

And that’s as long as it took me to write this blog post ha ha. I can do about a paragraph a day. I’m so tired and need a good Dog Walker! 🙂