Category Archives: Toddler Terror

Here’s some toddlerhood for you, from the bruised legs (we don’t beat him, I swear!) to the messy face, and the fresh haircut. It looks less like a bowl cut in real life, I think. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed this age (2.5) so much. Mostly because I was quite pregnant at this point […]

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Parenthood is the most disgusting thing ever. You know what? If you can’t change a diaper bursting with a river of chunky & runny poo, wash your hands, then go right back to eating the beef stew you made for dinner, you simply won’t survive. You’ll starve. I’ve caught vomit in my hands. I’ve wiped […]

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We just got back from a week-long trip to Disney World, and I must start this post by saying IT WAS SUPER FUN. Seriously, even though I literally feel like I’m recovering from a marathon now. (I’ve run two. I know this feeling.) Instead of blogging all about how lovely it was (it was!), which […]

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Lowell sacks me from behind, arms around my knees. I’m balancing dirty dishes and stacks of toys as I clean up and nearly topple to the floor. “SCOTT! Where are you?!” “What? I’m in here… folding laundry.” “No, you HAVE to watch him.” “I am!” “Ummmmm… no. No you’re not. Can you come peel him […]

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I was going to write this yesterday and title it something like, “Come at me, NURSE” but fortunately I’ve learned to cool off before I blog now (though sometimes I ignore that lesson). I went to a first-aid medical practice yesterday that I’ve visited quite a bit over the years. During the routine questions the […]

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