Author Archives: Mother of Texas

Damn You Sponge Bob

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After a recent unauthorized viewing of Sponge Bob Square Pants my angelic child looked at me and said “Oh yea – whatcha gonna do about it? Hu HU?” Needless to say I was beyond mortified. After some reflection and lots of cursing under my breath about television rotting children’s brains I realized – this was the moment (the first of many to come) when my child looks me in the eye and says something disgusting – something I never thought he would say.

It was a sad moment – my tiny little sponge for knowledge so quickly absorbing ugly things. I was told that I cannot shield him from this kind of thing and that the world is like this and he will have to face it. 

To that I say – not yet he doesn’t. The world is still his beautiful adventure and as long as I have the power I will keep it that way. Go to hell Sponge Bob – I still have another couple of years of work to do here. 

The House that Texas Built

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You quickly realize when you have a toddler that your space is not your own. amazingly at the same time the world you thought you inhabited becomes something seen through totally different eyes.

For instance the layout of our home shifts periodically throughout the day – when we wake up each day our bed which has merely been a mattress and box springs all night transforms into to a giant nest when Texas wakes up. When you are under the covers you are a crocodile who has yet to hatch from his shell (which happens periodically from 6 am to 6:30 am Monday through Friday). The bathroom during the day is simply a bathroom but at bath time becomes a space ship. Magically in the afternoon our bed transforms into Joker’s Playhouse until around 7 pm (during which time Texas’ room is also the Bat cave). And of course, at any given time day or night the entire floor can meld into hot lava.

Some days when my allergies are killing my head or work has been rough I forget how amazing all of this is and neglect to acknowledge the spaceship during bath time or how I am supposed to avoid the Joker’s Playhouse by jumping on the launch pad (medicine ball) and run at top speed through the lava to The Bat Cave.

And on those days – shame on me. Soon enough those huge brown eyes will just see a bath some carpet and a few beds so until then I need to fly!!!