What an amusing sight this was: My 19-month-old, Isaac, chasing my almost-three-year-old, bare-bottomed Ian around and around the house, with little red toddler undies, gripped by the waistband in his chubby hands, insisting, “Wuh-wear! Wuh-wear! [translated: “underwear”]” I need to figure out how to make a photo album of “I wish I got a picture of that”…
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Man At Work
Brian is not an overly excitable guy, but he called me from work today with a glee in his voice, probably two notches higher than when he announced this would be a three-day work week. “I found a dealer! Right down town! I’m headed there now!” Don’t turn him in just yet. He’s just trippin’…
I lost my cheese
Ian (3 in December) has recently potty trained. He likes to sit indefinitely on his toddler potty, sometimes taking his snack with him (eww), while watching a show. When he sits so long that my bottom starts to hurt just seeing him, I try to pry him off, but his usual response is, “Wait, I’m pooping.”,…
There’s a Ford F-150 in my shoe
I have a few treasured thoughts swimming around in my head this weekend, in addition to my new-found Airwalk accessory, that I’d like to hang on to. Last night, while Brian was insulating the water heater pipes, Ian headed for one of the kitchen cabinets and pulled out his kid-sized baking kit. He climbed up…
Of Ramen Descent?
I had another bizarre-o dream last night (One of the many uber-strange dreams I get when pregnant). My baby was packaged in one of those blocks of Ramen Noodles and needed to be cooked out. He didn’t quite cook long enough, so the noodles were still fairly blockish and stiff, so instead of fishing him out…
The De-Evolution of a Mother
I began motherhood as a complex organism that required people to decontaminate before holding my firstborn. Food fallen to the floor may as well already be harboring maggots. (Eww. did I just say that?) When I finally consented to let him in the same zip code as another child, I was Mama Bear on a…
What am I thinking?!
I’ve never blogged. Ever. Why on earth am I starting now? I haven’t even done the dishes yet. It’s probably because I’ve been sending a lot of text messages of the silly goings-on in our house with 2 toddlers, and often I try to condense these events into Facebook status updates, which people seem to…
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