From the category archives:
You know how sometimes in order to step into greatness you have to let something go? I mean, that sounds familiar, you’ve heard that before, right? That’s one of those phrases that sounds so much better as a jingle for your life, not mine. The reality of taking the hand of that phrase and sitting [...]
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We have been going to this go-kart place very close to our house a lot lately, in effort to compete with my daughter’s dad who is all about fun and takes her all the time. So I have to constantly ignore comments like, “it’s no fun over here, I’m bored, we don’t do anything.” SO NOT TRUE. If her dad weren’t SO fun, we would appear fun- because our fun-level is definitely above average.
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I was reminded last night while we were at Late Nite Pie (a fun for everyone kind of place- pizza, pool, ping pong AND a huge outdoor kids area), that my nearly-two-year-old son is a man trapped in a toddler’s body.
We are at this great, kid-friendly place- sand, trucks, playhouse, springyhorseythingy, bigwheel and more. Where [...]
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Eight year old discovery.
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Tell me that doesn’t look like a bird. I’m not saying he’s a prodigy, or that he’s magic. I’m just saying it looks like a bird. And just because birds are his favorite thing right now- means nothing. I know it’s totally coincidental and my son is just like every other 20-month old, nothing special. [...]
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I LOVE a dirty little foot. I am equally fascinated and repulsed by feet. There is an urge inside me that wants to eat this dirty little foot- the way some pregnant women want to eat dirt or powdered laundry detergent.
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My husband’s To Do List:
Milk y Movies (buy milk & return movies)
Quaff Control (haircuts for himself and Nash)
Roach War (exterminate)
Auto Bath (wash car)
Textile Cleanse (wash clothes)
Otes Restraint (puppy with broken leg confinement)
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Nash, my son, almost 21 months, is clearly almost two. I try not to buy into things like “terrible twos” (mostly because I really think it’s 3 that sucks) and “PMS” and girls are this way and boys are that way and women wash the dishes while men take out the trash- but I think [...]
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It’s one pm, time for nap, says mama to her baby. Just like all the other days in the past 21 months: change diaper, have some milk, turn on fan, get cozy, go night-night.
So all of that went down EXCEPT the night-night part.
We think we have at least two hours to ourselves, like usual.
We drop [...]
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I want my kids to like me when they grow up. That’s why I hypnotize them on a regular basis.
But really, I want them to want to talk to me, not feel obligated or guilty. It’s so hard to imagine that I wouldn’t have a good relationship with them when they are grown.
I suppose [...]
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