The Problem With Potty Training . . .

| June 15, 2009

. . . is that your pants all start to fall down on their own. Accidents are getting fewer and farther in between. We’ve braved the car, the park, the playground, resturants and the store. Naptime is next, and night shouldn’t be too far off. The best part though? She’s practically doing it on her [...]

A Breath of Fresh Air

| June 14, 2009

I’ll admit it. I’ve slinked away from the rest of the world. I’ve had a permanent scowl, ready with snappy remarks and armed with a pint sized fuse. I’ve spent hours cursing in the middle of the night, mornings groaning over being dragged from my warm bed and evenings bitching over fatigue, vomit, laundry, unemployment, [...]

Bubbles. And Rotts. Oh, The Joy!

| June 7, 2009

“Behold! The Bubble Master is here!” “Bubbles, you say?” “Let me just get my trusty bubble fighting stick.” “Avast ye pesky bubbles!!” “Die bubbles! Die! Or . . . well . . . Pop bubbles! Pop!” “Fighting bubbles is such great fun. But so very tiring. There must be a better way!” “Surely something can [...]

Sisters . . .

| June 6, 2009

Our chunker MJ. And Miss E.

The Month Flew By

| June 4, 2009

So, just a month ago I was traumatizing poor E and shoving our little butterball out into the world. Amazing. We took the obligatory monthly posed picture, and then I ran right back to the computer to compare it with the ones I was taking two years ago of E. And? There is just no [...]