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Posted August 31, 2015 By kmarrs
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My lovely daughter turned 4 yesterday.

Let me just say, the past year with her has been rough.  I don’t like to call her bossy, but she does have some major leadership skills.  She is sweet, but she is also demanding.

She starts preschool today.  I honestly in ways feel like I’m a year late in getting her started.  She had some issues that held her back, but this girl is ready for school!  In fact, right about the time this goes live, she’ll be getting off the school bus for the very first time and rushing to tell me all about her day.  I hope she’ll talk about her day.

Mothering this child is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.  But I love her so very much and I couldn’t imagine life without her.

I just hope that she uses her inner strength for good, and I pity the person who thinks she’s weak or a fool.

Not my Samantha.  She is a brilliant as she is beautiful, and as strong as she is brilliant.

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Before and After

Posted June 24, 2015 By kmarrs
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Her first real haircut, aka more than just split ends. Daddy cried. But daddy also admitted that she runs hot and her hair was always plastered to her body sticky with sweat, and this new haircut does look and is so much cooler. He always said when she was big enough to voice an opinion, her opinion would be respected, and she wanted this exact cut. I think he was just hoping she’d never ever want to cut it. Poor daddy is watching his baby girl grow up. It’s hard.

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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted June 6, 2015 By kmarrs

Walking the Borderline Blog BPD Borderline Personality Disorder

I know.  I’m sorry.  I haven’t written a word all week worth anything.  Not even in any of my books.  I guess… It’s not lack of anything to write as much as its lack of ability.  If it makes you feel any better, it took most the week to remember how to read.

Sister is doing well.  She had to go back to the OR for a second quick operation.  They basically poked a camera around and did some cleanup to figure out why the drains were filling so fast.  Nothing major, especially compared to what she went through the day prior.

She spent a couple of days refusing to wake up.  Not in a dangerous way.  She just had a lot of crap to sleep off and I think overall for those couple of days life was less miserable if she slept.  We could get the occasional response when she wasn’t in a deep sleep.  It had us in a tizzy because we were desperate to see her alert, but the nurses were all quick to assure she was fine.  All her numbers (bilirubin, blood pressure, hemoglobin, heart rate) were all looking amazing compared to how they had been just two days prior so she was healthier already.

Personally, while I wanted to see her alert just as bad as mom did, I assured her she had my support to keep on sleeping until she was ready.

Then when she was ready, she woke up.

This week in my store:

Ask me about my fandom tshirts
Ask me about my fandom tshirts by Wearables4Edibles
Find more Fandom T-Shirts at Zazzle

Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time!  Seriously.  This and my writing (books/blog) are what I currently do for a living now.

In closing, this quote:

Sambam has learned she is three.  She has now decided she needs three of everything.  Three cereal bars, three stories at bedtime, etc.

The other night she saw she had three of the same book from Wendy’s and she goes, “Three color books!?!  I know I’m three but I don’t need three color books!  That’s ridiculous!”

And this cute realization:

The ferret doesn’t seem to care when we yell at the boys, but when we yell at Sammy he gets really defensive of her.  He’ll stand up in his cage staring us down like, “I will fight you!  That is the girl child and no one yells at the girl child!  Don’t make me come up there!  I will fight you!”

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Sort of Wordless Wednesday

Posted May 27, 2015 By kmarrs

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Strangers

Posted May 26, 2015 By kmarrs

IMG_20150520_083751So there is a viral video going around of exactly how easy it is for someone to snatch a child off the streets.  You show up with a puppy and they are yours.  To some degree it doesn’t matter how much or how well you talk to your kids.  They aren’t wired to process a danger like that.

Never-the-less you talk and talk and talk to them anyway.

Sambam is about that age and she’s being allowed to play out back on her own some, though please understand I can see and hear the entire backyard from my desk and am 2 steps from the back door.  She goes out there for little “flower” (dandelion) picking excursions and I watch on, unable to keep up with the back and forward.  But hey, the neighborhood is safe and I’m watching closely.  So I have little fear, and let her free range some.  Which is such a weird phrase to apply to children but it’s a parenting method that I believe in verses hovering over every single step they take.  I’m not letting her wander the neighborhood, just the backyard that I can see well.  Hell, she spends most the time on the back porch.

Anyway, so we’re having the stranger conversation and it involves many scenarios that start with the words “If a stranger…”.  Of course we also discuss what a stranger is, which is still a foreign concept to a degree, but practice makes perfect.

So in conclusion I bring you this lovely little quote from the first time I presented her with a scenario.  I wanted to see what she said, and we could take the conversation from there.

Me: Hey Sammy!  If a strange man offers you candy, what do you say?

Sammy: Please?

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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted May 16, 2015 By kmarrs

Walking the Borderline Blog BPD Borderline Personality Disorder

I think one of my favorite things about the new house is the yard and neighborhood around it.  My desk backs up to 3 floor to ceiling windows offering me an easy view of the entire backyard and a chunk of the hood.

In relation to this, my 3-year-old is getting to spread her freedom wings a lot earlier than her siblings were allowed to.  With a view of the back yard in front of my, and the back door to my immediate right, she’s able to play out there with me watching from my desk.  She has no interest in leaving the backyard, because let’s face it, it’s a kick-ass backyard.  It’s safe out there, in a way that reminds me of growing up in the 80’s.

It’s kind of awesome to watch her explore her (controlled) freedom.

 

This week in my store:

  • Caticorn Travel Mug
  • Caticorn Temporary Tattoos

Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time!

 

Quote of the week:

Sammy: But why can’t I wear the other dress?

Me: Because it’s your special occasion dress.

Sammy: Like going to the doctor?

Me: No… Like Christmas.

 

In closing, this realization:

My husband is an ass.  I was actually out cold at a reasonable hour and he turned on the lights and shook me awake because he was alarmed I was wearing clothes.  I was wearing clothes because I had literally fallen face forward into bed and passed the fuck out because of how tired I was at like 7PM.

 

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