Parenting

Is this weird?

We had a babysitter lined up tonight and big plans.  Then I woke up this morning with some kind of horrible/disgusting stomach bug.  Trying to lay low (i.e. chasing children in slow motion and making Rob prepare all their meals) did not quite result in a miraculous recovery.  But did we cancel the sitter?  Noooooo.   [...]

I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever want to be that scared again.

I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever want to be that scared again.

We were supposed to go to the park, but it was 99 degrees and I wasn’t feeling up to it. So we play in the wading pool in the backyard until 6 or so. Rob always tries to be home around then. Both kids are starving, flushed, sweaty and in their underwear when we head [...]

Holy crap!  I’m freeeeeee!!!

Holy crap! I’m freeeeeee!!!

Well, for three more hours. I finally did it. I finally got a regular babysitter to watch both kids for a few hours a week. This is the first time since Graham was born that I’m alone without feeling guilty about foisting the two of them on a family member. Why didn’t I do this [...]

check-ups

check-ups

Graham and Violet were late on their well-checks because our new insurance didn’t kick in until February. Also, I was putting off making the decision to switch doctors. It’s not that I didn’t like their pediatrician; I just didn’t know how much better it could be. At the pediatrician’s I always felt like we were [...]

They’re worse than the paparazzi.

They’re worse than the paparazzi.

I mean, do the paparazzi cry when Britney Spears leaves the room? Do they grab her leg and dig their fingernails into her skin? Do they commando crawl after her grunting “uhn uhn”? Why are my kids so much worse than the paparazzi? Or, better question, why am I so much more awesome than Britney [...]

Why I am enjoying a cup of hot tea.

Why I am enjoying a cup of hot tea.

The highs and lows of the past 24 hours: High: My mom watches Graham so I can spend 2 hours at Target by myself. Can’t find much on my list, but still… TWO HOURS BY MYSELF. Then we meet for Violet’s Christmas program. Her class is brain-crushingly cute, but kind of looses focus after about [...]

toy Jonestown

toy Jonestown

This is what I see when I walk into Violet’s room these days: On more than one occasion I have found her sleeping in line next to them. Perhaps even more scary is the elaborate “chapel time” she reenacts with her dolls and stuffed animals right before “nap time”. Hmm. We don’t even go to [...]

why you should never let your child come to my house:

I may accidentally poison them. Let me preface this by saying that Violet is potty trained. She doesn’t even need to be reminded anymore. The reason she is potty trained is because of her deep and unending love of chocolate. Every time she goes #2 she gets a tiny piece. Worked instantly.  (And yet, when [...]

daylight savings is evil

Whoever invented it should be sitting in a fiery pit of hell, being woken up by small children at 5 a.m. FOREVER.

a Mom-type birthday

a Mom-type birthday

If you are a mom, this may or may not be what you experience on your birthday: The tiny baby wakes up twice during the night after a fortnight tease of sleeping 12 hours straight. So you’re pretty dang tired when you wake up on your birthday. But that’s okay because your kick-ass husband the [...]