About: Elizabeth A. McKenzie
Elizabeth is a stay-at-home mother of three children, ages eight, six and three years. She lives in Boulder, Colorado with her husband, children, a dog and two cats. In her (very limited) spare time she likes to garden, hike, read mysteries and write. She has written three books for children and is usually covered in paint splatters. http://eamckenzie5.wix.com/thespunkybookworm
Recent Posts by Elizabeth A. McKenzie
1) You get crowded out of your king-sized bed by your three-year old, your six-year old, your dog and your husband so you sneak off to the empty queen-sized bed in your daughter’s room…only to wake up an hour later being crowded out by your three-year old, your six-year old and your dog while your husband sleeps alone in the king.
2) A child walks all the way upstairs, past several trash cans, a drooling dog, a toilet and two sinks to spit out a “yucky” food into your hand.
3) You’ve ever been interrupted so many times while showering that you shaved one leg twice and never shaved the other.
4) At least 23 strangers have seen you going to the bathroom because your child(ren) insist on opening the door in a public restroom despite your pleas and threats regarding the opening of the … Read More
Hissing steam of fragrant broth,
Awakening a mother sloth.
Any longer is too late!
Messy hair and shuffling feet,
Hurry towards my caffeine treat.
Dark and fragrant in my cup
Fill it to the tippy top
Room for cream and sugar, sure
I think I need a little more.
Wrap my hands around my mug,
Like a warm and loving hug.
Just one sip, a blissful sigh,
From puffy eyes to opened wide.
The sleepy fog around my brain
Evaporates like desert rain.
In my head the gears start churning,
Pistons pumping, engines burning.
Another sip and just in time
Of magic potion, so divine.
I tilt my head like mother hen,
And hear a thump (or more like ten)
And down they come, all three pairs,
Of small feet upon the stairs.
On our most recent trip to visit my parents, I noticed more than a few toddlers walking around various airports wearing “baby harnesses” which were then attached to their mother or father’s wrist. But let’s face it–it’s a leash. Don’t get me wrong–I’m completely in favor of these contraptions. In fact, I’ve tried them with all three of my children.
The babies at the airport all toddled along nicely on their tethers. They didn’t run as fast as they could only to be snapped back like a naughty puppy at the end of a rope. They walked next to their parents who were able to let their munchkins burn off some energy before boarding while checking their flight status on the monitors or getting a gate-check ticket for the stroller.
The irony, of course, about toddler leashes is this: the children who really need them–the runners and jumpers–don’t … Read More
Being at the beach today with my parents and my three kids made me think of when they were much littler, sand-eating, cloth-diaper-wearing cuties. Cooper made made tracks in the sand with his Monster Trucks and brought them a little too close to the water (RIP to the the two trucks who were washed out to sea), Kate never left the water where she jumped the incoming waves and Lauren split her time between hunting for shells and and playing in the surf.
Cooper was the only baby of mine who had the chance to wear Thirsties Cloth Diapers and I pretty much took them everywhere--including to Florida to visit my parents and even on the plane to get here. Click here to read my blog about bringing my Thirsties while flying to Florida). I can’t however, remember if I took them to … Read More
The kids have been out of school since December 19th. Up until Christmas afternoon, the weather was mild, in the 40s and even 50s and we were all hoping for snow to help us get in the “spirit” of the holiday season. In my opinion, the snow waited too long to arrive and now has me seriously stressed out.
I grew up in Vermont and until a few years ago, my parents lived there most of the year but “wintered” in Florida. They rented their house in Vermont to skiers and they rented a place in Key Largo. But like all of us, they’re getting older every day. They no longer want to be shoveling three feet of snow off the walk or braving frigid temperatures every time they need a gallon of milk. And winters in Vermont are long and grey. None of their grown children live close … Read More