My mom and dad took J to an indoor playground yesterday. In her own words, “Yeah, there was this little girl there who was repeatedly trying to kiss him. I almost had to step in. Little hussy.” And so it begins. I’ll be polishing MY rifle if you need me. #tigermom
I am the captain of the U.S.S. Target sailing around the world with new deckhands. By the time we return, they’ll have their sea legs under them and exotic treasures such as milk and boys’ shoes size six.
Me: “I Think I’m going to find the Christmas music station on the TV” (as we frantically finish wrapping gifts) *Josh runs downstairs* “Calliou! Calliou!” Me: “Or we could watch ‘Calliou.’” Merry Christmas from Calliou & the toddler house.
Being a kid is spitting out that nasty medicine and deciding you’d rather deal with the consequences. Adulting is taking the NyQuil because you KNOW the consequences are worse than the foul tasting meds. Personally, I’d rather focus on the “Eat ice cream whenever you want” part of adulting. Which is probably going to happen […]
I decided today was going to be a no-TV day. Instead, we were going to fill our heads (babies and adults alike) with the sounds of Handel’s Messiah as we prepare for Christmas. One of my favorite works of all time and high time my two year old was exposed to such refined music. Cut […]
Dear Alton Brown of “Cutthroat Kitchen:” Why have you not invented a challenge which requires chefs to cook full meals with crying babies strapped to them? Oh, and then just for fun, throw in barking dogs and toddlers running around with poopy diapers. Because that’s fun- mixing poo smell with food. And then tell the […]
I had a dear friend over last night for a visit. As I was making dinner and looking in the freezer, I made a comment about how much I needed to consolidate and reorganize it (and how much I hated doing it). With two small kids, it’s a near impossibility to have that type of […]
That time I actually did something to my hair on a weekday (so I didn’t feel like such a mommasaurus-wreck) and my two-year-old leaned on my back and breathed in my hair with such approving satisfaction. Then pulls away and a string of snot sticks to the back of my hair. Just in case I […]
Conversation with Dave earlier today: D: “The Suns are playing tonight maybe… oh, wait, they’re playing at 8:30, it’s past Josh’s bedtime.” Me: “Oooh! We could put the boys to bed then stay up and watch the game!” D: *Silence* Me: *Silence* Me: “…Or we could go to bed.” Dave: “Yep.”
As I look at this delicious recipe for pumpkin gingersnap cookies and consider making them, I look down at the infant strapped to my chest in a Bjorn and the two year old breaking down to my right. This is my diet. The “I’m too tired to even bother making treats” diet. Some people dream […]