Special Early Edition Post!
Lest you think I make these stories up:
“Yeah, I’m a chicken. You got somethin’ to say about it?”
Special Early Edition Post!
Lest you think I make these stories up:
“Yeah, I’m a chicken. You got somethin’ to say about it?”
You wouldn’t think it would be possible that Party City could be involved in two separate posts on a blog, but here it is.
We were at said party store today helping my brother pick out a last minute costume. The choices were endless – giant Whoopee cushion, or human sized breathalizer box? Diaper [...]
Last night I had a headache so bad I wanted a lobotomy. I think I can now feel a crater in my brain where the headache was. I have probably lost the ability to do long division as a result. But really, will I miss that? And am I sure I [...]
I am relating a story to the Lorso in the kitchen about how the Bug had told me earlier that day, “You look berry nice, Mommy!” when I was in fact a sweaty stinky mess after a walk.
“He said it twice,” I tell the Lorso. “And then he paused and said, ‘I’m gonna hug [...]
A lovely morning at the park…
Photos by the Lorso!
I’m watching Clifford the Big Red Dog with Bug for the 1324th time, mostly because our house is too small for me to escape it when it’s on. And man, that Jetta is a self absorbed bitch. Why is Emily Elizabeth even friends with her? I would have dropped her and that [...]
I read this website.
And it makes me laugh. A lot.
I really should not be allowed to be someone’s mom.
The past couple of nights Bug has been waking up in the wee hours and coming into our room to sleep with us. He climbs in our bed, snuggles down between the Lorso and me and falls instantly back to sleep as I put my arm over him and revel in the bliss of [...]
I really like our house. Honest.
It has great hardwood floors and a new roof and a great backyard. We have neighbors who know our names and get our mail for us when we’re out of town. The rent is incredibly reasonable, and our landlords couldn’t be nicer people.
But.
The owners were really proud [...]
I lift Bug out of his bed after naptime. With hair all tousled and floppy and eyes full of playground sand, he fits his head into the crook of my neck. Like I do every day after his nap, I ask him if he wants a snack, thinking I already know his [...]