Category Archives: Toddler Terror

First, let me just acknowledge that I am usually a little skeeved out by the weird words/terms other people use to refer to their breastmilk- milkies, moomies, bobos, whatever… it’s all weird to me. Except also? Lowell calls it MoMos. So here I am seeing you and understanding that that is a weird thing for […]

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Toddlers and oranges. Every single time. “What are you doing? No! Let mommy peel it. Don’t bite it!” ::toddler continues to press teeth into peel of the orange before spitting it out, appalled at the taste of bitter peel:: ::toddler hands slimy, messy orange to me:: ::begin to peel orange:: “NO momma! I DO!”  “No […]

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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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