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My friend Thom posted this on his Facebook page on New Year’s Day. I’m a longtime fan of Calvin and Hobbes, and this particular cartoon smacks of hope and possibilities, of new beginnings and unlimited options. It doesn’t think about what everything will look like when the snow melts, and the world is grey, slushy and messy. It’s not a glass half-empty perspective, which I realize I often have – and my poor, dear worry wart of a son has inherited. This is glass half-full, baby. That is so not me. I wish it was. Life would be so much easier if I was more optimistic. I’d KNOW I’d be…

Happy New Year, everyone! <toots horn, throws confetti> Personally, I’m not a big celebrator of New Year’s Eve – as my Dad always says, “New Year’s Eve is for amateurs”. I would agree, having personally nursed more than a few hangovers on New Year’s Day in years past. Not no more. Uh. Uh. Not because I can’t handle a hangover alone. It’s just that hangovers and children. Do. Not. Mix. I’m also not a big fan of resolutions. They are too easy to leave behind. Don’t believe me? Go to your local gym on February 28. I guarantee it will be nowhere near as crowded as it was on January…

I’m taking a well-earned break from blogging (read: the Hubs won’t let me near the computer on my holiday) so I’m posting a few of my favorite early posts. Enjoy! At nearly 5 years old, I don’t think Boo can yet be classified as a smart-ass. Not when he is so matter-of-fact in his responses. What he IS is a worry-wart. “Mommy, if I touch this, will the police come?” (No, Boo) “Mommy, if I touched my butt and then ate a cookie, will I die?” (Your pants were up? Then, no) “Mommy, if I don’t finish this, will I starve?” (Um, no, not in this house.) After 15 minutes…

I’m taking a well-earned break from blogging (read: the Hubs won’t let me near the computer on my holiday) so I’m posting a few of my favorite early posts. Enjoy! The other evening at dinner, Boo went on and on about something-or-the-other. I forget what it was, but rest assured, it was hilarious in that “didn’t come out like it should have” way. Just trust me on this… I looked at the Hubs, trying not to laugh, and then at him and asked “Where did you come from?” Boo matter-of-factly responded “From you, Mommy. I came from your belly!” Damn literal kid.

Back from a walk through the fields with the pup, we paused to talk to one of our neighbors. As I said goodbye and turned to let the pup through the back gate, Boo looked at me impatiently and exclaimed (in the Welsh accent that he has developed over the past 14 months): “C’mon mom, would you stop putting on that American accent already!!!” Sheesh.

Last week, a little old man told me my puppy looked like “a zebra gone wrong”. Last month, someone coming to my door asked me when I was expecting. (Trust me, I’m not.) When Boo was 3 months old, a checker at the local supermarket said he looked “just like a troll doll”. A friend of mine was recently told “You look much nicer with your hair blowdried.” (A backhanded compliment if I ever heard one.) What is it with people and thoughtless comments? Around my house, we refer to it as “not having a filter”. I mean, I’m a big believer in freedom of speech and all that, but…