“This pig. No, this pig. No, this pig. No, this pig. No THIS pig. Wee, wee, wee, wee, weeeeeeee!” It’s Little Friend’s first story. Told independently, with or without socks…
Category: <span>Thoughts and Musings</span>
1. The rules are changing quickly around here. I know I’m supposed to be keeping up, but I swear just yesterday I learned that orange runny poop was a-ok for…
She needs a haircut. Yesterday, we went about our business with Little Friend sporting a shaggy, fluffy, spastic, greasy do. The barette working its darndest to contain the jungle of…
I’ve never been a big pink and white, hearts and doodles, candy and chocolate kind of gal. Well, I’ll keep the candy and chocolate. But otherwise, Valentine’s Day for me…
This post should be sub-titled: How I Helped My Daughter Win Gold in the 2020 Summer Olympics. I’ve taught my daughter to pick her nose. She’s a quick learner. I…
I am crouched on the bathroom floor, my chin in hand, elbow cushioned by the hem of Little Friend’s towel. She is sitting on the kiddie potty, double-wrapped in her…