To my beautiful boy, on your 9th birthday.


My beautiful boy,

I can’t believe you’re entering your 9th year, your last before double digits. You’re now half way to 18, half way to being a grown man. When did you get so old? And, how did you get so tall (up to my shoulder)? Time is going by so fast and I just know that I’m going to wake up tomorrow and you’ll be leaving for college. Please stop growing up so fast.

I love the person you’re turning out to be. You are a true mix of your daddy and I. You have a fiery temper and love to read like me and you inherited your love of drawing and your jokester personality from your dad.

You bring so much to our family. And, I can’t imagine life without you in it. You are a constant source of love, laughter, fun, confusion, frustration and joy. You make me think and grow in ways I couldn’t have even imagined. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I thank God, every day, that you’re mine.

I love you so much,


Creepy Kids Freak Me Out

The Kid SleepingLast night, I was sitting in the kid’s room because he was having a hard time going to sleep. Finally, when he did, I got ready to leave. He pops up and looks at me, turns his head away and gets out of bed. He then proceeds to walk in a circle around his room then out into the hallway – all the while saying, “I’m cold! I’m so cold.” I finally got him back into bed and covered him up – even though it was warm in his room. He went right back to sleep. I wish I would’ve thought to record it, but I was too worried.

When the kid was one year old, I was woken up by what I could’ve sworn was the pitter patter of little feet. This may not sound so bad, except for the fact that the kid baby was in his crib. Did I mention that the hubs was out hanging with his friends? So. Damn. Creepy. I think that was when my quasi fear of creepy kids began.

Last night’s experience got me to thinking about all the creepy kids in horror movies that totally give me the heebie jeebies. As I’ve mentioned, I love scary movies. Love them. However, nothing freaks me out more than creepy-ass kids in horror movies. And, creepy dolls. Those freak me out as well.

Here’s my top-five list of the Creepiest Kids in Movies:

Gage from Pet Cemetery

Rhoda from The Bad Seed

Regan from The Exorcist

Samara from The Ring

Ester from Orphan

What does the frog say?

Phew! It has been a busy few weeks. The culmination being the kid‘s music concert at school. They have one every year, for each year. The third graders’ concert was called “Swamped.” It was all about animals who live in the swamp. All the songs were about swamp life, there were skits about swamp animals and – best of all – the kids all dressed up like swamp animals.


Here’s a shot of my little froggy.

the mom with moxie frog

There was also an art show, showcasing the artwork of all the third grade classes. I know I’m a bit bias, but I really think the kid has some artistic talent – although, he most definitely did not get it from me.

the mom with moxie artwork

It was such a cute show, and I’m glad everything went so well. However, I’m so glad it’s over because the kid practiced his songs so much, I knew them all by heart.

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.

A photo posted by Bree Glenn (@breeglenn) on

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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?

It’s Back to School Time

School started to day, for the kid. This morning was definitely a test of my patience and I’ll be posting about it later today. However, to tide you over and overwhelm you with cuteness, here is a cute collage documenting his first days of school for the past four years.


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.

Wednesday Ramblings

TMwM Wednesday Ramblings

Go the F**k to Sleep: Why, oh why won’t my kid go to sleep? Doesn’t he realize how AWESOME sleep is? Seriously, I just don’t get it. I can’t wait until he actually likes to sleep. I plan on interrupting it, as often as I can. I can’t wait. (Does that make me a bad parent? Oh well. 😉 ) Do your kids go to sleep when they’re supposed to? If so, how did you accomplish that magic trick?

Weird-a** Family: I know you guys have seen those super-weird Sprint Framily commercials. What. The. Eff? Really, whose idea were they? I just don’t get it – at all. Although, I gotta say, I love Gor-don. Have you seen the commercials? What do you think: pretty cool, or pretty stupid?

An obsession, renewed: We haven’t had cable for more than a year, relying on digital services for entertainment. Recently, we were offered a deal through AT&T that was too good to pass up. Anywho, once the cable was hooked up, I was hooked on – The Pioneer Woman, that is. And, as a bonus, the kid loves it as well. What’s your favorite TV show to watch with your kids?

So… What’s going on, in your world?

Seven, going on seventeen.

The Kid Seventh Birthday PicToday, my son, my baby, my big boy, you turn 7-years-old.

You, my dear son are so full of energy, so full of life.

You are the very definition of rambunctious.

You are, at times, seven going on seventeen.

You make every day an adventure.

You are, as they say, “all boy. “

You’re current interests (obsessions) are superheroes, play fighting, martial arts, robots, and – much to my chagrin – parkour.

I am grateful, that at seven, you still want to snuggle with me and your dad (“Snugs ‘n Hugs,” as we call it).

For seven years, you have brought excitement, frustration, happiness and love into my life.

I can’t imagine a world without you.

I love you, and I thank God every day that he gifted me with you.

Happy birthday, baby.