Good potty, Bad potty
Why does the child who spends hours each day flushing the potty at our house scream in terror when public restroom potties flush?
Why does the child who spends hours each day flushing the potty at our house scream in terror when public restroom potties flush?
My side of the medicine cabinet has gained half a dozen teenager hair products. I didn’t put them there. When I want to use my hair dryer, I have to find it on Sarah’s desk. I didn’t use it there. My clothes are in a dirty laundry pile, hidden in Sarah’s room. I didn’t wear […]
Warning: A late night story with a topic you would usually read in Doug’s blog. The grandparents took everyone to the aquarium today. I took a zillion pictures of the trip. Near the end of the aquarium is a hands-on area with musical rocks, a morse code signal light, a treasure box that blows air […]
While head-butting Evan last night, I flashed back several decades to a game I taught my youngest brother when he was Evan’s age. The game is simple. Extend one arm and clench that hand in a fist. Like a cartoon mallet on Roger Rabbit’s head, clonk fist on unsuspecting head and say “bonk” while giggling. […]
The more frequently you swan dive off the arm of the couch, the greater the likelihood that you will belly flop on your face.
My feed reader has been so quiet today that I questioned its’ functioning today. Let’s see if I can say something that causes a reaction from anyone. I use disposable diapers. I let my children eat fast food. I don’t think television is going to melt their brains.
My feed reader has been so quiet today that I questioned its’ functioning today. Let’s see if I can say something that causes a reaction from anyone. I allow my children to sleep in our bed. In fact, when they are infants, they are almost always in bed with us. This co-sleeping annoys the grandparents […]
My feed reader has been so quiet today that I questioned its’ functioning today. Let’s see if I can say something that causes a reaction from anyone. Doug and I don’t spank, slap, swat or whatever word you want to use for inflicting physical pain on your own child. When I see someone haul off […]
. . . using my electric shaver on my teenage son’s face and eliminating the ‘unibrow’ that he has been getting teased for having. Mom: “Are you the only person in the class being teased?” Tommy: “No, they tease everybody for something.” Mom: “Then you should be glad you’re not being left out.”
I just realized that Amy has been using the back of my shirt as a face and hand towel. I guess I should be relieved she wasn’t using me as a tissue.