tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29990879010340796382024-02-19T06:44:48.793-08:00It's Apparent You're a ParentErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-36167686419167482352012-03-13T23:16:00.001-07:002012-03-13T23:18:39.764-07:00Escorting royalty<div><p>It's apparent you're a parent when you find yourself escorting a princess and her knight to school.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvMF6u8MzWdCJQHW0jLQE3yYJuloEHb4ZDcHCANMMO-kDNM_0L-BNC6hWDvtKYSEFi0iHYJuKOm9k9qRnNF7mt2uiiyJvHEqyuG3k68Yskfzyy-5Q-pspig6_fai42cjn7XMqzOG8IJE/' /><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdr9W_krh0MRJN6SW35Y-kr4e1Ikt9kYpUPQaY_98sjm62r6BXK1LdXZSxwmtFKhJZxJvdC3j6JrMA4YJz7b_IBfkrY0uQjJ_9DPKIcg4IAiPuLlqIMs1tSCxHNaMzrmA_6xn57Bjb6r4/' /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0Edmonds, Edmonds47.810654 -122.37736tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-62629040134887171332011-11-10T23:28:00.000-08:002011-11-13T01:28:27.342-08:00Welcome!<div style="text-align: center;">I just decided since I have so much free time on my hands ;) I'd move my It's Apparent You're a Parent ideas over here. That way this can be a silly forum for other parents to submit ideas to! Want to join in? It will be fun!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-83357825154058381892011-04-01T23:40:00.000-07:002011-11-10T23:41:37.456-08:00ChangeIt's apparent you're a parent when you find fake change mixed in with the real stuff.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-14986577828601883582011-03-31T23:33:00.000-07:002011-11-10T23:34:50.196-08:00Echo<div style="text-align: center;">It's appent you're a parent when your children echo your own words, tone, phrases, etc. This morning it was, "No Mama, you need to say, 'May I <i>please</i> kiss you?'" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwI_NjJwy6m7U9LIzwgSROi6x7Zxg8meidgW3t5OcDjrNSceJTFMfUgW0YvtJAEW4ejJSPidO7lYtauRl6NDVh6T-mfLB1xeDRUwULO725uqSrZJWWMajG_M3hfKiw9w6n2eujgZOwoBQ/s1600/DSC_0294.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwI_NjJwy6m7U9LIzwgSROi6x7Zxg8meidgW3t5OcDjrNSceJTFMfUgW0YvtJAEW4ejJSPidO7lYtauRl6NDVh6T-mfLB1xeDRUwULO725uqSrZJWWMajG_M3hfKiw9w6n2eujgZOwoBQ/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-59016939769574612812011-03-08T23:56:00.000-08:002011-11-10T23:56:37.846-08:00Alarm ClockIt's apparent you're a parent when your "alarm clock" is 2 cute little hands patting, "Pattycake" on your face, or some variation there of. Yep I haven't had an actual alarm for 5 years now, wow.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-32821167210083580422011-02-25T00:10:00.000-08:002011-11-11T00:11:40.488-08:00Boo BoosIt's apparent you're a parent when your magic kiss is all it takes to make an owie heal, and if not, a hello kitty bandaid will work instantly too.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-422873128032502132011-02-17T00:23:00.000-08:002011-11-11T00:29:24.027-08:00TiredIt's apparent you're a parent when you are so tired you don't have time to think about how tired you are, until you do, and then it makes you tired just to think about it.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-25034257047849070792011-02-08T00:16:00.000-08:002011-11-11T00:19:18.136-08:00Optimism<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TVI7L18HXiI/AAAAAAAAX1I/DjuhjsHhe1A/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TVI7L18HXiI/AAAAAAAAX1I/DjuhjsHhe1A/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's apparent you're a parent when your sense of optimism about the world, your day, the weather etc. can't help but increase in the company of your children. Case in point, one little missy who chooses a "party skirt" ensemble of her own making complete with backwards shoes she put on herself and topped off with sunglasses on a rainy Monday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TVI7QChCrVI/AAAAAAAAX1Q/Wvv8ibWhFbU/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TVI7QChCrVI/AAAAAAAAX1Q/Wvv8ibWhFbU/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>Oh and some dance hands to go with.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TVI7WYFUAhI/AAAAAAAAX1c/CyiLn2cdYdE/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TVI7WYFUAhI/AAAAAAAAX1c/CyiLn2cdYdE/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" width="212" /></a> </div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-46866232240571565312011-01-30T00:31:00.000-08:002011-11-11T00:32:56.815-08:00Radio Love<div></div><div class="post-header" style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TUkVmXwISjI/AAAAAAAAX1E/NGPxBr7oxS0/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TUkVmXwISjI/AAAAAAAAX1E/NGPxBr7oxS0/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It's apparent you're a parent when you make an Alvin and the Chipmunks Pandora station for the kids, and then endure listening to it. Now playing, the Chipmunk version of "I want to know what love is" (Foreigner). Papa, you know what love is, clearly.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Though I will admit as it turns out this station also includes some pretty fun high energy songs too, Eye of the Tiger, I Gotta Feeling, you know stuff that makes Mama do some pretty awesome trampoline dancing...</i><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TUkVigNNdiI/AAAAAAAAX08/DhwKuP_X0zE/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TUkVigNNdiI/AAAAAAAAX08/DhwKuP_X0zE/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-577742206414452872010-10-29T23:09:00.000-07:002011-11-28T23:09:58.943-08:00Nap DriveYou know you're a parent when the soothing classical music and the meandering drive home nearly puts <i>you</i> to sleep, even before the 2 year old in the back.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-1335097674453257862010-10-27T21:43:00.000-07:002011-12-11T21:44:35.714-08:00Games<div style="text-align: center;">It's apparent you're a parent when you get pretty good at games like "sleeping beauty" during which the "beauty" has an awfully hard time being revived. Other versions might include "sleeping bear" or "sleeping fairy" etc. Or hide and seek wherein you have to tidy up a room at a time, searching darn near everywhere for that little lost kiddo. </div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-56338852933530567962010-10-18T00:33:00.000-07:002011-11-11T00:34:14.376-08:00StickersIt's apparent you're a parent...when you find stickers on your butt, or your hubby's. Lovely.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-80183911018040964412010-10-09T23:11:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:13:58.898-08:00The Quiet<div style="text-align: center;">You know you're a parent when you have a healthy fear of "The Quiet" as in, the quiet that can mean and entire roll of toilet paper unraveled, or the quiet dumping of all the books off the bookshelf, or the quiet sneaking of a treat snack. etc. It's always best when the quiet is actually two siblings playing nicely together, which of course you are always bummed you interrupted (this is when a periscope would come in handy, perhaps termed a "parentscope"?) Or when your little girl is doing what she loves doing these days, plopping a book on her lap and flipping though,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TIh_6RNr6_I/AAAAAAAAWQo/2_hiWDnZPV4/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TIh_6RNr6_I/AAAAAAAAWQo/2_hiWDnZPV4/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TIliiVvQglI/AAAAAAAAWTA/R2a65Hxa1tw/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TIliiVvQglI/AAAAAAAAWTA/R2a65Hxa1tw/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">even if it's upside down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TIliw3OwBBI/AAAAAAAAWTI/pBzWNcP81Uk/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TIliw3OwBBI/AAAAAAAAWTI/pBzWNcP81Uk/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" /></a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-67218483010941801352010-10-04T22:53:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:01:17.486-08:00Shop Equipment<div style="text-align: center;">It's apparent you're a parent (and a crafty one at that), when you will go to all lengths to craft the most fun for your children and invent clever new ways to use shop equipment. Such as, shop vac = "super bubble making machine":</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TK1fWdhWbNI/AAAAAAAAWuo/d5luTMDVViw/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TK1fWdhWbNI/AAAAAAAAWuo/d5luTMDVViw/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and bubbles galore paired with glow sticks makes for ultra fun bath time! </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TK1fYdTSTJI/AAAAAAAAWus/65c8JhCbdZ0/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TK1fYdTSTJI/AAAAAAAAWus/65c8JhCbdZ0/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TK1fUhQc7nI/AAAAAAAAWuk/tSQ9U0yZdJI/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TK1fUhQc7nI/AAAAAAAAWuk/tSQ9U0yZdJI/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-54672555466528137102010-09-17T23:04:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:09:06.886-08:00Danger<div style="text-align: center;">You know you're a parent when you find yourself in constant danger in your own home! You know what with the fires, the floods (thankfully there are arks), </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TJPlXClQVwI/AAAAAAAAWcM/q6GB2p1j24w/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TJPlXClQVwI/AAAAAAAAWcM/q6GB2p1j24w/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">the hurricanes, the bad guys, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TJPlUvk9SVI/AAAAAAAAWcE/v_7y6kumvVc/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TJPlUvk9SVI/AAAAAAAAWcE/v_7y6kumvVc/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>bad guys have to be captured and taken away </i></div><div style="text-align: center;">the weapons, the mud pits (even on the stairs, which is especially scary since the blocks are the passage over the pits), the wild animals, and the monsters of course. Though H did say the other day, that it wasn't a monster Q heard, "it's just a tiny ferry boat!" Of course there's no need to fear a tiny ferry boat now is there?! </div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-4647090335412810812010-08-21T23:14:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:19:26.962-08:00Google<div style="text-align: center;">When you really wish there was a simple "google for parents" in which you could use to explain all the vast amounts of questions your preschooler asks, without risking inappropriate ads etc, and without paying a fee. </div><div style="text-align: center;">* Can't claim this as completely my own thought, <a href="http://glutenfreegirl.blogspot.com/">my former teacher</a> and I were discussing this idea this past spring...*</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-65661376499729166152010-08-19T23:20:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:22:33.117-08:00Food VacuumWhen you had that tiny newborn at home and learned to eat one handed and quickly, when you went out to eat with a young baby and he/she woke up and you had to wolf down your meal while your other half held off the babe, when you became adept at the skill with two young ones at dinnertime, then and in so many other cases, that's when you knew you were officially a Parent Food Vacuum.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-26003938573546060002010-08-18T23:22:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:23:00.488-08:00DisposalYou have become a garbage disposal for any leftover food that needs to be eaten. I myself, have become resigned to making myself breakfast, now I just have a bit of toast and tea and a bit of leftover eggs. Yep, I'm a mom.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-68906947964050496712010-07-21T23:23:00.000-07:002011-11-12T23:24:17.363-08:00Scribble<div style="text-align: center;">Any paper left out is prone to the scribblings of a little one, including the scrap that was walked on by the dog that gives the title of a children's book to be as thought of by mother and son:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TEaGlrgy1pI/AAAAAAAAVVI/yFWqZqoCwbo/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTHV3PWumRo/TEaGlrgy1pI/AAAAAAAAVVI/yFWqZqoCwbo/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Uh, just in case you can't decipher the above: "Do Zebras Pass Gas? and Other Flatulence Facts" is the title, and yep, those were some other ways to say gas that we thought of. Ok now if someone else writes that one, you'll know who gave them the idea!</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-38258238639863985522010-02-19T23:25:00.000-08:002011-11-12T23:34:04.858-08:00Going OutWhen you are out at a <a href="http://www.5thavenue.org/"><i>show </i></a>and you go to get out your wallet and find a tiny toy train in your purse. It was placed there earlier by your sweet child cause he wanted to make sure your going out purse was well stocked, even made sure Papa added some money for snacks, and offered water to take along.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-60630214141634338362010-02-18T23:41:00.000-08:002011-11-12T23:46:50.693-08:00ShowerWhen you realize how much you took for granted those lovely quiet showers <i>in the morning</i> back in the pre baby days.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-4551821190894570292010-01-31T00:40:00.000-08:002011-11-13T00:41:46.547-08:00KeysWhen you have a set of those little plastic keys hanging alongside your own on the key hooks.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-35132519253254325332010-01-30T00:43:00.000-08:002011-11-13T00:43:48.341-08:00Rock Concerts<div style="text-align: center;">You know you're a parent when you are thankful that you attended a few loud concerts and noisy college parties etc. in your youth, so that when your children reach decibel levels of the same variety, you can simply recall those fun times instead of clutching your ears in agony. </div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-70417060831947908622009-11-14T23:49:00.000-08:002011-11-12T23:51:01.241-08:00Sleeping InWhen you consider 7:30 am "sleeping in" and are oh so thankful for it!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2999087901034079638.post-67045846815292230442009-11-13T23:55:00.000-08:002011-11-12T23:56:27.355-08:00TeaWhen you reheat the same cup of tea at least 3 or 4 times before taking a sip, ahhh, naptime....Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10545653295457200194noreply@blogger.com0