WW: Two boys; two pussies

I forgot to post a picture last week, so this is a two-for. .

WW: Raging Boys

Those cats were fast as lightning

Houston, we have a problem. On Monday, Raging Mom went to pick up the boys from preschool, just as she does every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. However, on this morning, she was detained by the teacher who informed her that the twins were disrupting the class. She was very concerned because they had disrupted the [...]

I’d rather have a paper doll to call my own

At preschool, the boys had a homework assignment to decorate a paper doll to look like them. The dolls were to display something about each child’s raging personality. Believe me: there has never been a more telling project for Michael and Sonny. Raging Mom and I helped with cutting and glue (I LOVE the hot [...]

You say it’s your birthday (nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuuuh nuh nuh)

On Saturday the boys turned four years old. Four. Years. Old. Unbelievable. All at once, it feels like it has passed in the blink of an eye, and that it has lasted an eternity. Life is a complex, tortuous path, one that winds around itself and challenges as it rewards. The fellas wanted to have [...]

Someday we’ll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on

We are creatures of routine in the Raging Household. When the boys were just babies, we developed a dependence on predictability. I think it came, initially, as a defense mechanism, as a way to hold on to something that had logic and reason in our swirl of madness and chaos. Eventually, the kids came to [...]

Blaspheming, booted, blue-jeaned baby boy[s]

Yesterday Sonny and Michael started preschool. How proud they were! Evidently, the pre-K sized backpacks are unacceptable at their school, because you can’t fit full pieces of paper into them without them getting scrunched. So, the boys got to pick out new backpacks over the weekend. After a noisy, excruciating exciting trip to Target, we [...]

Something else is slipping away

I have a terrible memory. Raging Mom thinks it is because I don’t pay attention. She’s probably right. Wait a minute, what was this post about? Gotta focus… You know that feeling, when you have driven a long distance, and when you reach your destination you have no memory of your trip there? Or when [...]

For those about to rage

Michael is rock and roll. The kid can throw metal like nobody else. We’re still working on the Angus Young stomp, but he’s off to a good start. I‘m pretty sure that Sonny is channeling Iggy Pop. Holla!

Got a devil’s haircut in my mind

I must admit that I am obsessed about Sonny’s hair. Anyone else experience this brand of crazy? Michael has the standard boy cut. I prefer Connie with longer hair, which she usually wants for herself, except for the occasional bob. But Sonny. I think I would fall apart if I came home to find his [...]