Category Archives: Bug
Potty cross training
The Seat Uppers are quickly outnumbering The Seat Downers in this house. Potty training is heavily underway, with the number of successes outnumbering the number of wet pants. The Seat is up more often these days because Bug is learning … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, life in our house
On the way home from lunch
(from the back seat) “Mama look what I can do!” (wrenching awkwardly around to see) “What can you do?” (transferring a rock from hand to hand in a complicated fashion) “See first you do dis and then you spin it … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, Conversations with Bug
Ragamuffin no more
P.S. I’m still working on that new site, so posting is picture heavy and word light. Hang in there…
Filed under Bug
To prove he’s not the milkman’s kid
Gosh, Bug sure was cute when he was two. You know, back in 1981.
Time to invest in a humidifier, perhaps
Last night we finally broke out the space heater for our Siberian bedroom. Our house was already dry as a bone with the heat on, but this morning when I woke up, I felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Total Recall … Continue reading
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Why Bug doesn’t get a say in the naming of our next child
I’m changing a particularly heinous diaper and Bug is chattering away about a small stuffed elephant that he has resurrected from his often neglected stuffed animal pile. “Mama, look at this baby elephant, he’s so cute!” “He is cute buddy, … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, Conversations with Bug, irreverence, life in our house
Birthday Party: The Day After
Marbles: ALL OVER Toy cars: ALL OVER Balloons: ALL OVER Streamers: ALL OVER Mud: ALL OVER Party – all over? Not for Bug. Party on, little man.
Report: Productivity is down
Let’s take a little walk through history, or at least through the last two Januaries. (Hold up, can you put an “ie” on the end of January? I’m mildly disturbed by the sight of it.) Anyhoo, I’m specifically harkening back … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, bumbling idiocracy, infinite wisdom, me
Mama why you makin’ that face?
Bug has two forms of question asking. The first is Questions Ad Nauseam, which makes you want to reach into your ear canal with an ice pick and stab and stab until you reach blissful silence. The second is Questions … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, Conversations with Bug
