I’ve been busy over at BLUNTmoms. My most recent post called, I Shouldn’t Have Married My Husband. Doesn’t that sound awful? Trust me. It’s worth the read. Before I run, not literally like around a block or something, I just mean run to the fridge, I…
You know how I feel about the park. I have a love hate relationship with that place. But it truly is a wonderful way to spend a Sunday Morning. Zed quickly put the kids in the van, as I grabbed the snacks and put on…
Suppers at our home can be pretty hectic. The kids are climbing, running, choking, throwing and spilling. But there are a lot of very special moments, too. Lately, 2 year old Baby Bot has jumped into our new family tradition of asking everyone, “What was…
Toot vs. Fart. The great debate, before we get to that…. DID YOU KNOW I WAS FLOWN TO LA TO MEET TYRA BANKS AND JILLIAN MICHAELS. READ ABOUT IT HERE We say “toot” at our house, not “fart”. I know, I know. I am…
I have come to the sad realization that even when I am an adult, I can still suffer from being left out. Mostly, I blame Facebook. If Facebook did not let me see that all my friends were invited to the same party and I…
Not only was I super annoying when I was pregnant with my first child. But, I was also super naive. I thought if I read the Baby Whisperer, I would know how to put a baby to sleep. I only made it half way through the…
You can lie to most people. You can fib about your wage, how much you weigh and even how many orgasms you had the night before. You can even tell nice lies, like when you tell your best friend her kitchen looks fine, even though…
Remember when I was saying that Baby Bot is a little bit behind compared to when Whirlwind was two? I wish I had waited a bit before writing that. Because Bot, is as smart as a damn whip. Me not so much. I guess he…
Baby Bot is 2. He is probably the coolest cat on the planet. I don’t know a kid that is as awesome as he is. He’s just got life by the horns, man. He’s not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but I don’t…
We spell words around our house. It’s our secret adult language. We spell bad words like, D-I-C-K-H-E-A-D and A-S-S. We spell words that I don’t want the kids to say like S-T-U-P-I-D and D-U-M-B and F-A-T. We spell words that we don’t want the kids to pick…