Let’s be real. This whole mom gig is the loneliest thing ever. How is it that we literally birthed our very own personal stalker & we feel more alone than ever? I mean this kid forces me to make eye contact while I’m taking a poop. It’s hard to rationalize these feelings of loneliness with … Continue reading The Mom Friend
He "laughs in the face of danger," if you will. There are times that we allow him to test the boundaries of safety-ness. By "allow," I mean that we've already warned him several times against whatever injury-inflicting activity he's doing & he's blatantly ignoring us. So fine. Do your cool jump off the couch & … Continue reading The Two Year Old has no concept of safety.
...that are slowly eating away at my sanity... For example: The Toddler begged me for this Lightning McQueen chicken noodle soup Which I happily prepared for him because OMG HE IS FINALLY WILLING TO EAT SOMETHING OTHER THAN BLUEBERRIES & CHEEZ-ITZ. Well, now it's raining Lightning McQueen noodles in my dining room & all the … Continue reading It’s the little things the Toddler does…
I should start by saying I freaking LOVE Moana. The character, the movie, the story line, the soundtrack. I love how Moana is a strong, independent woman WHO DON'T NEED NO MAN & has more sass than my 73 year old southern grandma. But you know what I love about Moana more than anything? When … Continue reading Can we just talk about Moana for a second?
Do you know how hard it is to feel like a bad ass when listening to Raffi? I recently upgraded the Mom Taxi to a MILF Wagon. Manual transmission, spitfire orange, brand spanking new... I thought I was the coolest mom in the carpool rotation. But when you roll up blasting "Down By the Bay" … Continue reading Raffi
My hair is a hot diggity mess 93% of the time. But if I don't pull a brush through my 47lbs of thick, frizzy, Italian hair every once in a while, anyone who looks at me turns to stone. So imagine my horror when my ONLY HAIRBRUSH GOES MISSING. One minute, the Toddler was using … Continue reading I already don’t brush my hair enough as it is.