When Three Became Four

Happy New Year, friends! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.

I just wanted to take a minute to introduce you all to our new family member, Johnny.

If you follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram then you’ve already met him. If you don’t, let me explain…

Johnny is the kid‘s new puppet that he got for Christmas. Originally, he asked for a vintroliquist dummy. However, those are super creepy and totally freak me out. So, we compromised.

The Kid loves him and he is now our second son.

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At @Target getting John an outfit. Seriously. #puppet #TheKid

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Johnny’s new outfit. #puppet #puppetlife #TheKid A photo posted by Bree Glenn (@breeglenn) on

Back to School: The Woe is Us Edition

Despite not falling asleep until darn near 11 p.m., even though he went to bed at 8:30 p.m., the kid woke up this morning bright eyed and bushy tailed.


Everything started off, great. He got up and he ate his breakfast, with very few complaints. Then, it happened…

“I don’t want to wear that outfit anymore.”

“I don’t want to wear this one either.”

“I don’t want to brush my teeth. You do it. Never mind, I’ll do it.”

10 minutes later, I found him playing in the bathroom. He still hadn’t brushed his teeth.

He finally finds the outfit he wants to wear. I iron it, and assume everything will be OK moving forward.

“Ugh! I hate these underwear. They’re too big.”

Changes into a new pair.

“Arrg! I hate these too. They’re too small.”

At this point, I’m wondering if Mr. Goldilocks will ever find the perfect pair that fit “just right.” Finally, finally, he found a pair he could live with – while only complaining a little bit.

He puts on his clothes, and I hold my breath hoping he doesn’t have any complaints – especially since it’s his third outfit.

Then, it’s time to put on his shoes (his new shoes he begged for) and get ready to go.

“I hate these shoes! The laces don’t tie right and the tongue moves to the side.”

Puts on a second pair. No complaints. Phew! I quickly kiss the hubs goodbye and usher the kid out the door.

As we’re walking to the car…

Wait for it…

“I hate these shoes! They’re too small!”


The entire ride to school he fussed about these shoes. Ranting and raving about how much he hated them would be attending the first day, shoeless.

I park the car, and take a deep breath before telling him, calmly, that he would be wearing shoes – those shoes he’s currently glaring at. I told him that he was doing to have an awesome day, and learn lots of fun things. He (begrudgingly) agreed, although a bit peeved.

We get out of the car, and walk into the school. He’s still upset.

Then he sees his best friend. All of a sudden, his shoes don’t matter. He gives me a big old kiss, tells me he loves me and runs to play. All is right in his world.

I get the car, take another deep breath and wonder if 8 a.m. is too early to have a drink.

So, that was my morning. How did your kid(s) first day go?

Guess who’s 8 years old today?

The kid turns eight today, and as tradition dictates, I wanted to write him a letter, on his special day.

thekid_tmwmMy wonderfully, rambunctious boy, words cannot describe how much joy you bring to my life. With you, everyday is an adventure and your dad and I can’t wait to see what this next year has in store. You keep us on our toes, in ways I never imagined, and I am so, so, so happy to call you mine. You, my son, can be described in so many ways. You are loving, funny, creative, emotional, sensitive, impatient and so easily excited. Simply put, you are “you,” and I wouldn’t take you any other way.

At 8 years old, you are in full-on “boy mode.” You love drawing; writing stories; playing outside; getting dirty; giving your mother a heart attack, with your daring feats; LEGOs; all things super heroes (Marvel over DC, obvs); sneakers; Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; and video games. Your interests are so diverse, and that’s what makes you the special boy you are.

Parenting you is the best kind of challenge, the kind that has taught me so much, and made me grow as a person. It has changed the way I think and the way I approach almost everything. It’s shown me what it’s like to put someone’s needs before your own – every single time.

But, most of all, being your mom has taught me the true meaning of unconditional love, and I do love you, so very much.



On breastfeeding…

When I first found out I was pregnant with the kid, I knew – without a doubt – that I would breastfeed (or at least try). I don’t know if it was because I was working at a hospital and knew the benefits, or if I was convinced by all the pro-breastfeeding advertising on the baby websites I was frequenting. Either way, I’d made the decision that I was going to try my hardest to nurse him for a year.


This, of course, meant that after my eight weeks of maternity leave were up, that I’d be pumping at work. BTW, You never know humility, until you’re sitting at your desk, with the office door closed, hooked up to a machine like a glorified milk cow.

Read more about my breastfeeding journey over on Diary of a First Time Mom, where myself and 30 or so other fabulous lady bloggers are telling our stories to promote breastfeeding in the African-American community.