We have a third member of the family. His name is Carl, and he lives in my son’s nose. Carl is a booger that’s taken residence in Boychild’s right nostril. He’s been around for about three days and we cannot get him out, despite many attempts to blow him out.… Read More Put a Little Boogie In It
My mom thought I had gout, but she was wrong. I’m not some 17th century lord eating goose livers and drinking port. I am, however, a lady with a bony-assed foot and a family history of bunions. That big lump on my foot was a bunion. I named him Paul. I am overly proud of this name. … Read More Farewell, Paul Bunion
When I thought about my life as a mom, I had visions of tons of baby snuggles and a crazy amount of giggling, punctuated by some food-throwing and silly headwear. What I never envisioned is my toddler dousing himself with his own pee pee at 4:30 in the morning. … Read More Urine Trouble Now
Along with both me and BC being sick (we call ourselves Team Super Cough Buddies) Boychild transitioned to a BIG BOY BED! This was very exciting, very easy and really cool. For two days. Then, Boychild refused to sleep in the bed. Have I told you that my son is very headstrong? Well, he is VERY HEADSTRONG. He is no shrinking violet. He’s more of a kicking nettle. … Read More Bed Wars
Dear reader, you have no idea how difficult writing this post was. I am naturally a “lowest hanging fruit” sort of joke-maker, and discussing poop is a loaded topic. I could squeeze out bad joke after bad joke for this one! I wanted so badly to dump every idiomatic expression about dookie into this post… Read More Potty Humor
Let’s go back to a magical time- pre-COVID, pre-lockdown, when staying home for three straight days with one’s toddler required taking time off. Commence wavy lines aaaand *blewdlie doop, blewdlie doop, blewdlie doop . . . * Boychild was about to turn 3 and we thought it was finally time to make this whole potty… Read More Potty Training, Part 1
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