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29 Jan a dilemma

  I just spent 25 minutes helping Miles "go potty," which is to say, I kept him company while he sat on the toddler potty, talked about his penis, fine-tuned his potty humor ("Look my butt, Mama. Butt. Butt. Butt.") and requested I sing You Are...

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13 Dec debut performance

I am NOT cut out to be a stage mom. In fact, I went into this whole recital thing dragging my heels. Dress rehearsals?! New shoes?! Costumes??! I have to curl her hair?! Bah! We don't even own hairspray! Humbug!  That is, until I saw...

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26 Nov a conversation

. Miles: I have sisscotti peese, Mama?B: But you don't like biscotti, Miles. It's too crunchy. You can't eat it.Miles: NO! I HAVE SISSCOTTI MAMA. NOW! PEESE!B: Mommy, he doesn't like biscotti! Don't give it to him!Miles: NO B! STOP! I LIKE SISSCOTTI! I LIKE...

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04 Nov health care crisis

Remember when Miles cut his chin and I took him to Urgent Care? The doctor washed the cut and glued it shut. Easy peasy. We spent maybe 5 minutes in the doc's care.The bill came today. Anyone else see a problem here?I'm thankful for group...

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21 Oct 2

Every night before bed, I rock Miles and sing "You Are My Sunshine." He nuzzles into the crook of my neck and his feather soft hair brushes my cheek. I rub his back and steal a whiff of his honey sweet breath. We've been doing...

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09 Sep the shirt

Parents: Do you ever develop a sentimental attachment to clothing your kids have worn?I love owls, and when B was about a year old, I saw this adorable owl print shirt at Target on sale for $3. I snatched it up and dressed her in...

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