Yes, my son is fairly tall for his age. Yes, my daughter can communicate when she needs a new diaper. But what can’t little kids do?
And so, since I don’t have a lot on my mind, I thought I’d share what my son has had on his mind over the past few weeks.
“A is for amoeba,” “B is for bond,” and “C is for conductor.” This definitely ain’t the ABC book from my childhood.
I thought I’d start recording and sharing George’s funnier moments with you, as there’s nothing like seeing the world through a 3-year-old’s eyes.
I find a certain level of predictability in the 3-and-under crowd.
And so, for his big, 3-year-old Christmas present, I decided we should give his room a big-boy makeover.
Recipes lie. They lie to me ALL THE TIME.
With croup going around, here are a few words of wisdom from my house to yours.
Disney Word—a.k.a. The Happiest Place on Earth—poisoned me. It not only poisoned me, but it poisoned my toddler. I find this to be highly ironic.
The longer I’m a parent, the more I find myself doing or talking about things I never expected.