Just a snippet of life to prove that he really is as narcissistic as he comes across in his guest posts. And yes, I’m aware that one day he’s going to throw this video back in my face when I ask him, “How many times do you have to ask the very same question??”
Short Stories of Motherhood.
I’ve had a few photos and stories pile up lately – not good enough to make a post in and of themselves, but decent enough that I couldn’t trash them. So here they are, all thrown together and cooked into a Blog Casserole. Winner Winner Typhoid Fever. Noah discovered a glitch in the system. Not […]
When Life is a Fairytale.
Once upon a time, a Mother, a Father, a Son, and a Daughter lived in an old house on a suburban hill surrounded by lots and lots of other houses. One day, The Son was scouring the pantry to find something to eat, and he found Magic Pancake Mix. “Make Pancakes!! Make Pancakes, Mommy!” “Are […]
Sick, With a Side of Sick.
Hi! Noah here. SO. I heard you heard I was sick. It was a dark time in my life. I was so ill that there was very little that I wanted in the universe. You would think that would make me considered low-maintenance, right? But no – The Servant Who Calls Herself Mommy picked that […]
Talk to Your Doctor about CRS.
Noah has hit the Continual Repeat Stage (also known as CRS.) CRS is a dangerous stage in a mother’s life, as it can be a detriment to the continuation of her sanity if not responded to in a calculated manner. CRS is most obviously exhibited by a request repeated continuously, with no break for response, […]
Toddlers Who Lunch.
I like cooking, but I am also lazy. Consequently, we eat out far too often. And, due to their overexposure to this practice, my kids are fairly well-behaved in restaurants. However. Chris and I, being the overly sensitive people-pleasing type that we are, still have a long list of rigidly adhered-to rules about when and […]
The Origins of the WWE.
I’ve never understood wrestling. Why grown men enjoy watching other grown men sling each other around and place each other into questionably intense positions has always been beyond me. However, now that I have a son, I think I might understand. It’s because wrestling reminds them of their mother. Call it good memories. Call it […]
Death by Sippy Cups.
I have a hate/hate relationship with sippy cups. Okay – I do love that my kid can take in liquid without creating a cleanup catastrophe worthy of an oil spill relief crew, but I mostly hate them because NO sippy cup manufacturer in the free world seems to know how to make a truly drip-free […]
Waxing Poetics.
Micropoetry, from Ali: Hey Mom! I killed something so you could see it. Look! A Yellow Ladybug! Isn’t she so pretty? I killed her because she was running away and I wanted you to see her. I think she was scared of me. Micropoetry, from Noah: …And yes, I do realize that […]
How a Turd in the Tub Saved my Saturday Night.
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 […]