I have approximately 8 weeks of pregnancy left. Yikes. I’m so anxious to meet our new little guy, but I keep reminding myself not to wish time away, because life is much simpler with him in my belly. Plus I’m trying to cram as much playtime in with the boys as I can before I…
Tag: toddlers
A Tour of Thanks
Happy Thanksgiving! I wish you all a day of good health, happiness and fellowship. I feel so blessed for the people in my life. My husband is the most loving, dedicated man I could ever dream of. He is my best friend, team mate and life partner. My children bring me unsurpassable joy. It’s hard…
Here we go a waffling
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…
Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
I snagged a couple windows of opportunity to dress the boys before breakfast this morning (obviously taking the huge risk that they will soil them beyond recognition by meal’s end). I jumped into some sweats and slippers before Ian’s turkey sandwich requests turned riotous. After the three of us finished a lunchy breakfast, I thought aloud,…
I want sleep NOW! But, first…
I finally admit I’m a sleep fighter. That’s the first step, right? An hour past bed time last night, my eyelids were so droopy tired, I was using them for slippers, yet I found myself in the closet, suddenly very concerned about the whereabouts of Isaac’s hand-me-down winter coats. Brian, festively adorned with an assortment…
Mini Mama
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”…
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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