Maybe it is just me

Guys, you are all the best! I could not have anticipated how reassuring you all have been after my traumatic experience. As one friend said, “the reason it is so funny is that it could not possibly be true.” OR I am an amazing grandma and should be looking much more rested since all my children are grown and gone.

Either way, Alex assured me it was time for a new hat. I told him I needed him to help me pick it out since arguably he is the one who stares at it the most. We came up with two choices to pick from and I threw The Hat in the mix too.

A few things you might be asking:

  1. Kinsey, could you not have bothered to put on makeup? Nope. I wanted this to be a real life test of the hat. And this is what I look like on Saturday mornings. Sitting in a chair, in a t-shirt and cheering for some child doing something.
  2. Really a pony-tail? Yes. I look MUCH better with my hair down in a hat. Like I am basically a model, but again, that is not real life. It is still a bajillion degrees in October and not realistic.
  3. Who is your photographer? Zachary. I told him I needed him to take photos of me from the front and side for my blog and he just shrugged and said, “OK”. Like that is a totally normal mom request.

So pick a hat, any hat! Let me know what you think. I can’t wait to find out which one you like best….

Floppy sun hat


Rounded hat with a bow

img_5577The Hat (original)img_5578



Ugh, I can barely even with all these photos of myself. I really should have put on makeup and changed my shirt. Next time a lady calls me a grandma and I need a new hat, I totally am.

I clearly need to up my hat game

On Saturday I was asked, by an actual grandmother, if my sister-in-law (who is five years younger than me) was my daughter and if my 18 month old niece and my 5 year old son were my grandchildren. This, clearly insane, woman was so perplexed when I calmly told her no, that was my sister-in-law, niece and son. She kept digging her own hole by asking if my grandson was playing on the soccer team we were watching. Nope again, cra-cra, that is my other son playing on the team with YOUR GRANDSON.

I tried to be cool. I really did. I was praying Alex would not hear, but no luck. He managed to hear her (but not his children ever asking him for milk) and jumped on it. Again, I tried to be so cool. But she kept talking….I had to detail that yes, that was my husband. Nope, not Vince, he was my father in law. Again, I am the MOTHER of these children. She finally asked me how old I was and when I said 38, she said, “Oh, you can’t even be a grandma!” Correct. I am sure if you want to get super technical, yes, I could be a super young grandma, but I am not.

When I was telling my friend Darren the story – oh wait, it was Alex was telling him the story because it was not traumatizing for him – Darren said, “Oh, do you need to up your hat game?” And I was all YES. That has to be it. Clearly, that is the ONLY reason that insane woman thought I was someone’s grandmother.

I mean, I had just switched my moisturizer to Renewed Hope in a Jar and was feeling pretty good about my aging. I was wearing ripped up boyfriend jeans, a t-shirt and converse, something I have seen no grandma wear ever. So clearly, it has to be The Hat.

My FB and Insta friends will recognize The Hat. I have had it for years. It was a Target (I think) purchase that will not die. I have taken it to Mexico (twice), Coasta Rica, the Cayman Islands, Florida, and all over Texas. It has been squished into suitcases, gotten soaking wet thanks to someone splashing me, and been folded in half to stuff into a beach bag. Every time I pull it out of my suitcase, Alex says, “Oh, The Hat made it?”, clearly hoping it did not. Rude coming from the man who still looks like this:

Here is The Hat in 2013.


And here is the hat in 2016 (with mygranddaughter)


The hat attends birthday parties


Loves the beach


and is ready for field trips.


The Hat excels on sweaty zoo carousels,


and still looks the exact same.

Because it is a solid hat. I have a freakishly large head for a woman. No one believes me, but I do. It is no accident that both my boys have large heads. I mean, duh, so does Alex, but it has to come from both sides.

And the hate shades my entire face and part of my neck. SO I DON’T LOOK OLD TOO SOON.

I mean, I can’t even.

But clearly The Hat’s time has come. So good luck to me finding another hat that is big, lasts for three years, fits my man sized head and doesn’t make me look 65. I am taking recommendations for hats and moisturizers immediately.

It took some getting used to

The boys have been back in school for almost two months now. It seems like it has flown by! The question I get asked the most is, “How is James doing/liking kindergarten?”. So I thought I would take some time to answer that here. And maybe mention my other son too. Maybe. I mean, look at that sweet smile he gave me with minimal yelling on my part.


The short answer is “Great!” James has really assimilated into his class and already has a group of new friends that he loves hanging out with. They are all, except one, younger siblings of other kids at the school. One of them told his mom that he lifts James up on the monkey bars because James’s other “top friend” is shorter than James. True.

There have been some hiccups….for the first two week, he cried every day after school. I had to carry him out of school twice hysterically crying. Those were both fits about the school store not having a white dry fit shirt in his size. I am not kidding. It got to where we could not even walk by the store or he would start to lose his mind.

We got through it and it helped when the white shirts FINALLY came in. Isn’t it just amazing and totally worth torturing your mom for??


Then in week four he had a screaming, crying, clutching my leg fit when I tried to leave. You guessed it; I was “too far from him” and he was “all alone”…in a class of 22 kids. I cannot even. The fit gave me flashbacks to every day of his 3’s class when this would happen. I left the elementary school in a cold sweat. Not again. I can’t have another year like that. I might have been slightly shrieky and panicky to Alex on the phone, so he handled it. He told James that it was his job to go to school and not make his mother’s life hard. Yes and yes. We have not had another outburst since. Oh, there have been tremblings, don’t be mistaken, but no full out crying/wailing fits. But I am clearly still too far away, so it could come any day.

But on the whole, he is so happy at school. Today when I dropped him off it was “backwards day”. His teacher had her shirt on backwards and he immediately turned his that way too.


Let’s be clear, he is still my baby and looks tiny in the hallways next to the 5th graders. But he mixes in and (clearly) leaves me in the dust on the regular, as exhibited by this blurry photo I snapped of him running to get his HISD breakfast this morning.


Speaking of that, yes, my kids are still eating breakfast and lunch at school. I have not gone back on my promise from August. I am not making lunches. They can do it, or buy the $2.35 HISD lunch.


Guys, it is life changing. I have my nights back! We look at the menu (online now bc HISD is so 2016) and they decide. The usually both eat breakfast too. Mainly because James eats soooooo sllloooowwwwllly we would never get out the door, but also because Zach loves the chicken biscuits and James loves Cinnamon Toast Crunch! Duh, who doesn’t.


Just for funsies, I have included, all the boys first day of school shots – well, the ones with them together. I can’t go back futher as I get too sad about my babies being so big. So sad for like 5 minutes then I am off to lunch ALONE and I get right over it.

But this one…


Stop. That is Zach’s first day as a Honeybee. He is like 18 months old. If he ever doubts my love for him I will just direct him to this blog from 2008-2011. Hundreds of posts. HUDREDS about that sweet face.






James was not impressed with first day of school photos. But my first born angel people pleaser sure was! I love that face.