Today has been a fairly typical day. I wake up to Isaac’s sweet voice on my right, going “broom broom BROOM!” I crack an eyelid, wondering as I do every morning in our blacked-out room, to what time they let me sleep. Isaac is propped up on a pillow driving a monster truck. A few…
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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…
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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