My two older girls are off on an adventure with my husband's mom, so for the past few days we have been hurled back in time, to a day when we just had one kid. How did I ever think this was HARD? We have been playing at the beach, getting stuff done around the house, and it's … [Read more...]
Toddling into the Terrible Twos.
I guess I could tell you the kid is advanced, because he seems to have hit the Terrible Twos a few months early. We've been doing pretty well - we've been managing moods and mitigating disasters (LIKE MOTHEREFFING CHAMPS), but tonight the levy broke and he spilled over and Spouse and I got … [Read more...]
Just Like His Mother.
Toddler is very adept at maneuvering the playground single-handed; he has to be, because if he wasn't that cookie might actually have to leave the firm grip of his other hand. … [Read more...]
Bukkit, bukkit, bukkit, he sings.
At 19 months, I think it's safe to say that babyhood is over, and what has emerged out of it is now a full-blown person. The weird little quirks that make a person unique are emerging every day; the boy spins, and dances, and sings. He makes faces. He covets - there is a boy named Jojo at his … [Read more...]
The Kid Won’t Eat.
When I was pregnant, I remember reading with smug satisfaction on Pregnant Chicken the lists of things mothers swore they'd "never do" once they had kids. I knew kids were unpredictable - I was going to make no such assumptions about my future parenting. I had some general ideas, like how I would … [Read more...]
You know how mad we get when dads are like, "oh, I'm babysitting my kids today," because what they are actually doing is parenting? I think I am one of those dads. Because I feel like if I was parenting, I would demonstrate at least some degree of competence. Let's just call this … [Read more...]
Lost friend.
He takes him everywhere. Squishy Lion was a gift from a friend of mine to the toddler when he was born. She wrote a book - two books, actually - and had returned from her most recent tour with a knit yellow lion who, as it turned out, was soft enough that a newborn's feeble hand could grasp it. … [Read more...]
Bubbles
When he gets home with his father at the end of his day, the toddler wanders in, regards me briefly, strips off most of his clothing, and then toddles over to the bookshelf by the window in our living room, points, demands "buhbubs," and then sits down. He intends to behold the wonder of bubbles, so … [Read more...]
Things that motherhood is.
I just pulled a piece of linty grilled cheese out from under the sofa. There is banana stuck to everything. At least Spouse found the queen and Raided those ants dead. We didn't used to live like this. Motherhood has been, for me, an exercise in waiving expectations, of shrugging off the … [Read more...]
FotoFriday – SandHands
I spend my days with toddlers. My days are often messy and loud and sometimes a little stinky and exhausting. And I like it. I found this on my lap the other day at work and it made me miss the tiny hand prints that used to smudge my windows and furniture. I still have hand and fingerprints … [Read more...]