Just Like Christmas

I’ll preface this by saying that my doors are locked, my alarm system is on, and I have an 85 pound dog ready to eat the face off of would-be intruders.


He’s not really ferocious, of course. Just hungry.

Because I didn’t feed him.

So when I say ready to eat the face off of would be intruders, I mean it.

Be warned.

So anyway. Don’t break into my house, is the point.

And now I am done with the preface.

So tonight at bedtime, which was super early because everyone is tired around here, I was explaining to Mary Bullock again why Daddy wasn’t home.


He had to travel far far away for work, I said.

So he won’t be home for dinner??

Nope, he won’t be home for dinner.

You mean, he’ll have to eat ALL BY HIMSELF?

Yep, all by his lonesome. But then he’ll be home late late tonight.

Oh, she said. So it will be like Christmas. Only Daddy’s the present?



Just like Christmas.


She did it!


I’ll have more to say about this later, but I recently read a life-changing book called Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline. Among other things, I am learning that instead of assigning value to my children’s actions, [Good job!] I should notice [You did it!!]. I thought this was a pretty petty distinction until I started using the words YOU DID IT! on them instead of my usual WOW, THAT’S AWESOME.

The biggest difference is seeing them do something they’re proud of and say to themselves, I did it! instead of looking to me for approval. I’m always proud of my babies [you might have noticed? I have a little blog that is mostly about them?], but to see them be proud of themselves? Well, that’s a whole other thing.

So tonight at bedtime I was lying down with Bo, and I heard MB whispering in her bed:

something-I-couldn’t-hear- O-C-K.

MB, are you spelling your name? I asked her, incredulous.

I gave her that name, and I love it, but it sure does have a lot of letters. I didn’t know if she would get it before kindergarten.

M-A-R-Y-B-U-L-L-O-C-K! She said again.

I probably started crying then. It’s hard to tell these days.

You did it! I said.

I did it! she said. Do you want to hear it again?

Hoppa DooDoo

Once, way before it was Happy Toot Day, and way way before it was Happy Burfday, the current incarnation, it was Hoppa DooDoo!

I mean, in the language of Mary Bullock, anyway.


Personally, it’s my favorite.

And you’re my favorite. Hoppa DooDoo! And many mooOOOoooore!