Here are some of the darndest things my eldest has come up with in the past few weeks.
Even though Czechoslovakia isn’t a country anymore, I love to announce that I’m half-Czechoslovakian.
I can’t risk the possibility that a teeny, tiny child of mine was conceived but not allowed to grow.
I’m very good at starting DIY projects. I can run that Visa, support Hobby Lobby, and leave a bag of supplies sitting on my dining room table better than anyone I know. However, it’s the finishing with which I take issue. Also, I appear to spend more money on a DIY project than simply purchasing the…
With this beautiful time of year comes an unavoidable tradition: Mass offerings (and consumption) of holiday treats. In response to all of these homemade goodies, I’ve discovered a new irrational fear.
Who wants to invite a parade of strange men into their bedroom anyway?
Did I really want to be one of those women who catered to her 9-month-old by paying to sit criss-cross-applesauce in a circle of fellow catering mothers, their offspring, and a man strumming his guitar and making us dance around the room?
Here is my list of reasons why it’s just plain TIME for the high to drop below 90 (or 80. Or 70. Or maybe even 60).
You know you’re potty training (your child) when…
I thought I’d give y’all a rundown of my current darlings