Glimpses…
Sometimes, I get glimpses of my life and my children; glimpses of what’s to come. Glimpses that give me hope that Clint and I are on the right track in our parenting. Despite nearly a week of all of us being stuck at home with a nasty virus, despite the fact that we’ve been at each other’s throats because we’re so stir crazy, I had some huge glimpses today. Read More Read More
This is Bleeping Hard!
Warning: This entry contains naughty words. And I talk a lot about poop. Shield your innocent eyes. I keep telling myself, “It’ll get better, it’ll get better, it WILL get better” and yet, it seems to be getting worse. My kids, and the twins especially, are SO FREAKING difficult right now. Yes, they are 2 weeks away from turning 2. Yes, I know about the “terrible twos.” But two kids terrible two-ing… no, two... Read More
The Epitome of Awkward
Think of the most awkward moment imaginable. Think… Michael Scott awkward. Now multiply that by 10. That’s what I just experienced. At least, that’s what I had expected to experience. Read More Read More
I Tried, At Least. {Giveaway!}
After the BlogHer conference, I found my inbox filled with emails from companies offering to send me their products. Scotch-Brite was one of the first, and one that I was very intrigued by. You see, I am not a sponge girl. I don’t understand sponges and how they can possibly be used more than once without being completely germ-ified and gross. Lately, though, I’d been considering stepping into this spongey world. Part of what has prompted... Read More
Finding words in his drool: Crazy or Observant?
Every morning, when I walk in to free my little twinkies from their baby prison, I open the door and put on an expression like I am absolutely shocked to see them there. “My men!” I exclaim. “My men are here! I am so glad to see my man-boys!” I gasp. I swoon. I tell them I am so lucky to have such manly men in my life. They. Eat. It. Up! I’m telling ya. You’ve never seen such excitement. There’s booty scooting,... Read More
The Luxurious Virus
The second a mother first holds her baby, she should automatically be granted super-human immunity. Just my opinion. We, as mothers (okay dads, you can be in on this too), shouldn’t be susceptible to cold, flu, or any other virus. (Or lice. Let’s put lice in that category too.) It is miserable to be sick and to have to also parent kids who may or may not also be sick. Unfortunately, the sickness timing is rarely optimal. As far as I’ve... Read More
Just a Poo Story Niblet.
Ew. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t use the words “poo” and “niblet” in the same sentence… Live and learn. This morning, on the Silly Mom Thoughts Facebook Fanpage, I wrote: Love is never having to say “I’m sorry, I crapped on you.” Apparently, my kids love me… a lot. It turned out to be a huge tease and I received a couple of comments from readers who were anticipating a juicy poo... Read More
Seriously, enough with the crap.
I pretty much lost it today. Twice. You see, my life revolves around poop. From the second I wake up in the morning, open the twins’ bedroom door and am nearly knocked unconscious by a mushroom cloud of stank, to the final nasty diaper of the day. All day. Every day. Double diaper duty. Sure, I love my babies. I do not, however, feel any fondness to their feces. This morning, I left the babies in their cribs a little longer than normal. Read... Read More
Video: “Where do we go potty?”
A conversation with Lily about where she’s supposed to go to the bathroom. Notice her stinker face at about :27. Imagine trying to keep a straight face when she gives you that expression after getting into trouble. Oh… ignore the green on her nose. She had just eaten guacamole. (I’m so bummed I turned off the camera when I did. Not even a second after I stopped filming, she let herself fall between the couches, looked up at me and... Read More
PhotoBlog: Ahhh!
I did a very bad thing yesterday; something I try not to do. Something that makes me feel like a very bad mama on the rare occasion that I do it… I wished away my kids’ childhood. And, if I’m being honest, in some of the more trying moments, I wished I didn’t have kids at all. How horrible is that?! Of course, I don’t really wish that. It’s just, in those trying moments that seem to be neverending, I mentally escape... Read More
Not-So-Good Good Friday
Take a trip back in time with me, to April 13th, 1990. In case you’re not a super calendar genius, that was Good Friday and also Friday the 13th. I’m not an incredibly superstitious person, but boy-howdy, was that a bad day for me. It was the last day of school before Spring Break and my first grade teacher (the spectacularly fantastic Ms. Simon) had set up a big ‘ole Easter party for us. We had all kinds of goodies and it was the... Read More
I was desperate…
I did something to my babies last night that I would’ve never thought I would do; something that I am 100% positive they will hate me for later in life. You see, my babies have been waking up in the middle of the night. Desperate for a full-night’s sleep, I began running through my mind potential reasons why they might be waking up. Like any mother of a non-sleeping baby (or two), I made a mental mommy checklist: Hungry? Sure, hunger... Read More
Oh the poo-manity.
I have decided that God is a funny, funny guy. I mean, He does knee slappingly hilarious stuff like make rock formations look like dangle-y man parts and just about anything else look like boobs. And he gave me Bean. Oh, my little poop loving Bean. Maybe poop “loving” is a bit excessive. Let’s say she’s more poop “interested.” If you’re a regular follower of my blog, you’ll remember a little poo... Read More
