Warning: this post contains a high level of gross! Proceed at your own risk. I am not easily grossed out. I like it when my husband gives me gory details of some procedure he did at work. I flip through the pages of his medical journals and don’t wince at the pictures of who-knows-what. I’m… Continue reading Parenting is really gross
Since we’re moving in less than a month (Aaaaahhhhhh!), my June menu plan’s focus is on using up everything that I have in my house. In the fridge, the freezer, the cupboards (I found a ridiculous amount of corn meal. Go figure). I was not looking forward to this inventory of items. At all. I… Continue reading June Menu Plan
When I was in high school I had an after-school job at a local grocery store chain. Many of my classmates also worked at this chain, and it was a good way to make a little extra money. State policy dictated that for every three hours worked, an employee must have a ten-minute break. Our… Continue reading Can I go to the break room now?
It occurred to me recently that the Nature v. Nurture question is not exclusive to children. It can also apply to parenting. My boys are very different. It’s been apparent since early on. Where my oldest has always been quite stoic, my second son has a quick smile for (nearly) everyone. My oldest despised bathtime… Continue reading Nature v. Nuture, in parents?
For those of you who read yesterday’s post, my sink is fixed, the laundry pile is slowly dwindling, I found some allergy medicine that we already had in the house, and I’m going to be getting, IY”H, cleaning help on Friday (the previous no-show was a simple communication glitch)! Yay! You may recall our interesting… Continue reading The pacifier saga continues
Some of you may know that my husband accepted a position at a hospital in Baltimore. This means that come late June/early July (the “new year” of the medical profession), we will be moving to Charm City. It’s bittersweet, since we’ve been very happy in Cleveland (well, except for the snow. That I can live… Continue reading Pilot Trip Vignettes
In case you don’t know how I feel about rearranging, I loooove it. The urge struck again last night. We have very limited space in our main room for furniture, “office” stuff, music stuff and all of the boys’ paraphernalia. For Little Man, I attempt to keep his toys/books to a little bookshelf next to… Continue reading There’s (almost) always room for improvement
It’s true! Today is Little Man’s second birthday. He was born on inauguration day. Here’s bit of weird trivia: Our other baby was born in September, but at the exact time that former president Jimmy Carter was in the hospital – the same hospital, mind you – for a little health scare on his book… Continue reading Little Man is two today!
One thing parenting has taught me is that my perception of the world is not to be taken for granted. Just because something is apparent to me does not meant that it’s going to come across to Little Man as clearly. Case in point: One of Little Man’s favorite books is the Dr. Seuss alphabet… Continue reading S is sick, and other toddler perceptions
No, I don’t mean doing backbends or advanced yoga. Toddler flexibility means going with the flow. Nap or no nap? Are bananas on today’s food blacklist, or will they be accepted? How many times can I sing the same song without going a little cuckoo? I still hold by the importance of scheduling, and we… Continue reading Having a toddler means being crazy flexible