Yes, this is the right place if you are looking for Dinosaur Superhero Mommy.  I created a new blog now that my goals for blogging have changed and as my son grows.

Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 8 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes

Baking In A Tornado 

Menopausal Mother

Searching for Sanity

Go Mama O

Spatulas on Parade

A Little Piece of Peace

Never Ever Give Up Hope


Bookworm Mom: the wife and mom to this crazy crew

Bookworm Dad: the husband and dad and often referred to as the big kid

Bookworm Boy– our singleton, a 7 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge

Bonus – our sweet and lovable adopted rat terrier 


Bookworm Boy:

Now that he’s getting older and his room has been cleared out (see my posts on our way to minimalism) he wants his privacy.

“You can’t go in here while I’m at camp. I’ll let you in later.”  


Bookworm Boy is blowing up a balloon and getting spit all over it. After realizing he couldn’t do it, he asked, “Can you blow it up for me?”

“No, you have your spit all over it.”

“But we share the same DNA!”

“What? How next time you eat, I like your spoon and let give it to you.”



Bookworm Boy woke up early once again, even though he knew he should have slept late. There he sat on the living room floor, looking like “The Thinker”.  Don’t you agree?

he doesn’t want his face on the blog anymore, but has agreed that this picture only showed the side of his face, so it’s okay. 

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Auguste Rodin (1840 – 1917) The Thinker, Musée Rodin, Paris, France


Living in  a tiny place with only one bathroom, it’s often a fight to get to the toilet. I beat him there and he was moaning.

When I was done he ran in and screamed. “Finally. I’m reunited with the toilet.”


My dad turned 70 and Anthony gave him 70 cents as a silly gift. While we were eating cake my dad teased The Boy by saying, “Maybe I’ll only give you 9 cents for your next birthday.”

The boy looked at him with his best sad face and responded, “You’d do that to your grandson?”.

My dad was shocked and almost cried. “No, I would never do that you!”, pulled The Boy to him and hugged him.

Pleased with himself, The Boy sat down, smiled and said “Yes” while pumping his fist in the air.

Yup, he totally played my dad.

Sorry no pictures, even though they are adorable of the two of them. Bookworm Boy doesn’t want his face on the blog. I must respect his decision. 


Another moment funny moment with my dad as he told The Boy how he used to love playing with his digital watch when he was younger.

The Boy responded with an exuberant and expressive “Loved It.”


He’s signed up for 8 weeks of summer camp. Being a singleton, living in a tiny apartment with no pool or backyard it’s tough coming up with things to do for Bookworm Boy. The Boys and Girls Club is beyond awesome, they go above and beyond what we pay for each week.

This pictures shows superhero day, during spirit week. A local officer came to visit and the kids were all excited.

Photo Credit – Boys and Girl’s Club of Ridgefield


As I got ready to bring The Boy to camp, I reminded him to call me if he wanted to be picked up early. He must go to camp, otherwise he must stay home and help me clean. Sometimes he needs a push to get there, but once there he loves it and gets mad if I pick him up even one minute early.

So as I reminding him to call me, he rolls his eyes and with all the annoyance he can muster says, “Yadda, yadda, yadda.”

Then he mumbles, “Always bothering me.”

He’s lucky I love him and chose not to drop kick him.


One time I did make the mistake of picking him up early, because he asked me to do so earlier in the morning.

Stalking to my car, anger etched on his face, he got in the car and yelled. “Why did you pick me up early? I want to go back in.”

“Sorry buddy, once I pick you up, you can’t go back in. It’s the rules.”

Screaming at the top of his lungs. “You are the meanest. The meanest mommy in the world. You’ve ruined my life.”

Of course I laughed, which didn’t help with the dramatics. I will NEVER pick him up early again unless he calls me from camp.



Can we say spoiled? She knows when it’s bedtime and will crawl under the blankets on the couch.


Once Bookworm Boy actually gets on the couch to relax, she abandons me and cuddles with him.