Category Archives: Toddler Terror

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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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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