“Am I overreacting?” I chew on that question a lot as a human woman. Especially now that I have a child who did not come with any instruction manual. I’ve also never had one of these “children” before, so I don’t know what’s a true sh!tstorm or nah. So when Boychild gets ill, I have… Read More Overreacting
Boobs. Tits. Breasts. Dirty pillows. Chesticles. Mutt-n-Jeff. The Twins. Dugs. Sweater Kittens. Yes, let’s talk about our breast friends. If you know me professionally, I would like to warn you that you may be staring at my chest after reading this post, and that’s okay. But this may be more than you want to know… Read More Boobs
Dealing with the terrible twos is like living with Genghis Khan. A tiny, adorable Genghis Khan. Oh, he’s slaying, riding horses (well, a pig with wheels) and he has weapons- tons of weapons. Just give him something- he’ll turn it into a weapon: cat toys, washrags, spatulas. He’s really been into fly-swatters lately, and cries… Read More Tiny Barbarian
Let’s talk Daniel Tiger. If you’re not familiar with the eponymous feline, then feel free to skip this one because I have a lot of questions. If I could teach a college course on Daniel Tiger, I would. I consider myself and Husband to be experts in this field and I will arm wrestle anyone… Read More Daniel Tiger – I Have 9 Questions
Boychild just gave me a round of belly farts for the first time ever. This was after a major tickle sesh with dad. I think we’ve done a great job raising him so far. Earlier today, I felt a surge of love when BC was covered in yogurt with one foot in a box and… Read More I have to say it was a good day
Ladies and gents, I want you to vote for me for presidenta. I’m just gonna make the word “president” feminine by adding an “a”. You get what I’m doing here. Maybe one day soon we’ll need that word. Here’s my pitch: all mothers should be assigned a personal masseuse. As soon as you find out… Read More Putting My Back Into It
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