Despite my philosophies on bathing, Noah has now pooped in the tub three times in his nearly two {extraordinarily long} years on this earth. After the first two occurrences, I soothed the trauma of having to endure such Crimes Against Momanity by blogging about them. But I am blogging about the third occasion due to […]
Public Service Announcement For Parents.
This is what happens when you let your kid wipe their own butt. For the rest of the story, read here and here. Or don’t. Not responsible for future sleep disorders, paranoia, diapering until the age of 12, or other associated trauma.
The First-Hand Report.
As I wrote my blog post about our toilet catastrophes Monday night, I had somewhat bought into Chris’ illness-induced nonchalant attitude. “It’s just fine. I’ll paint the ceiling when it dries. Don’t worry about it.” (Can I stress again how bizarre that is for him?? BIZARRE. The man curses the very concept of home ownership […]
Total Eclipse of the Toilet.
I cursed myself yesterday. In my blog post, I mentioned Ali’s propensity to Quiet Time Bathroom Catastrophes. Apparently she felt as if I was being hyperbolic about her issues, and wanted to show me what a true Bathroom Catastrophe looked like. —————- It all started in Quiet Time, the aforementioned birthplace of all bathroom catastrophes. […]
On Being Gravely Ill.
Last week, I experienced a new echelon of sick. The sickest sick I’ve experienced in many moons. And suns. And stars. Three days of raging illness with every symptom in WebMD’s rather extensive checklist. (Except for “craving to eat ice, dirt or paper” but definitely including “poor personal hygiene.”) The kind of sick that even […]
The Day Little Tykes Failed Me.
I promised a weekly-ish homeschooling post for a while-ish. (Last week was my off week, so it doesn’t count.) This week, I decided to share a typical fail. Because fails are just as common as successes, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise. My dear sweet husband bought a used Little Tykes slide and car […]
Birthday Introspection.
So today is my birthday. 31 years of living on one planet can really make you stop and ponder, can’t it? I had some time to think this weekend… (and wear my first ever pair of red jeans, which can only help the depth of one’s ponderings…) What have I contributed to this world? Why […]
Attempts at Being a Dance Mom.
I was never a girly-girl. Not that I was necessarily a tomboy – just lost somewhere in the awkward in-between. While all of my friends were gracefully flitting about in their ballet classes, I was playing softball – and loving it. My left-handed status gave me special privileges, so despite my lack of exceptional skills, […]
Self-Esteem and Sons.
Noah and I are close. Very Close. My friends were right – there’s a particular bond between a mother and son that is like no other – his adoration of me is quite taking. Although I am equally close with Ali, there’s a different feel to how Noah appreciates me. While she is quite independent […]
Cozy Potato Soup: The Cure for What Ails Me.
So as much as I wanted September to be a fabulously fresh start full of unicorns and Technicolor rainbows, I woke up on Tuesday at 3am with an abscessed tooth. But, as I am a professional at such revelries as abscesses, and I shan’t have you feeling all sorry for me twice in one week, […]