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. […]
As Noted During Quiet Time.
Hint: read “ice” as icky. Being that she’s a five year old girl, Ali has a lot of words. And although she does enjoy her daily quiet time, the multitudes of unused words tend to build up within her soul. To prevent a horrible drain clog, overflow, or some other gruesome word tragedy, Ali has […]
The North Pole of Halloween.
You might have noticed that my husband has a bit of obsession with Christmas. …Which would explain why he was willing to dress as a donkey to get me in a Pregnant Mary outfit two years ago. So as my husband encourages me ever quickly down the slippery slope of becoming a Holiday Liberalist, we […]
Reasons To Do Life In the Wild.
We went camping at our favorite North Alabama tiny, unknown campground: Buck’s Pocket. We went for the endless views, The time with family, The campfire, (and accompanying marshmallows,) and so that our kids could get a hot breakfast. Because they only get that when Gramamma is around. And especially, to get away from it all. […]
Interview With The Couch.
Rachel: Thank you for sitting down with me today for the purposes of this interview, couch. Couch: Is it really considered “sitting down with you” when you’re sitting on me? Rachel: You know what I mean. Thanks anyway. Clearly, you and I have met many times, and some other people may be familiar with you […]
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, […]
Diary of a Windy Kid.
A couple of weeks ago, Ali informed me of an interesting fact at the breakfast table. “When Giann babysits me, she makes me go to the bathroom to toot.” “She does?” “Yes. She says it smells too bad.” “So. Do you?” (sigh) “Yes. I’m not allowed to toot around her anymore. She says I need […]
Home Alone: The Review.
So Chris went to Dallas last weekend for the Alabama/Michigan game. (I know, right?? Why do Alabama and Michigan need to meet in TEXAS?? And men say that women are the illogical ones…) He was gone the entire long weekend – from Friday morning to Monday afternoon. Which, if anyone’s counting, is four days and […]