I constantly wrestle with my inner slightly naughtier version of myself. However, the older I get…well let’s just say my filter is becoming cracked and brittle with age and I’m starting to feel like I should just go with it. So would it REALLY be wrong if I… …agreed with the next person who tried to guess my kid’s age. -Oh she is SO tiny, how old is she? 9 […]
Nothing is more terrifying then seeing your jubilantly smiling baby, crawling into your lap while covered in brown drool and with brown dripping down their chest. I panicked thinking that she had magically gotten hold of chocolate somehow (she didn’t) and then looked around to see what she had gotten into because the goo had no smell whatsoever. I checked her mouth and presto..the slobbery random crayon. Sigh…when I had […]
I’m going to start searching my toddler like she is prisoner of Arkham Asylum (my husband will take this as my permission to start dressing up like Batman). Yesterday she produced, not one but two crayons from the front of her diaper. This is on top of the day before when I caught her trying to stuff her baby sister’s onesie down the back with crayons and toys like she […]
Before I was pregnant with my first daughter I had a potty mouth of epic proportions that only got progressively worse when I was became pregnant. I would coin R-rated phrasings so effortlessly during a fit of road rage that you would think that during those 9 months, I was being scripted by Quentin Tarantino. However, I knew that swearing would have to be curtailed once the niblet arrived since […]
This is what my husband does with our daughter’s Rapunzel doll…he hides them..in my closet. Proof that even Disney can be creepy as hell when it is staring you down with its dead eyes.
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