An Interview with The Toddler


"An Interview with The Toddler" Introducing the star of Ticking Time Momb: The Toddler! Meet Hendrix, the 3 year old turd bucket who is the inspirational force behind this blog!His favorite word is "poop," he loves to sing, & he is the sweetest, most silly guy I know!Have you ever interviewed your Toddler? I challenge … Continue reading An Interview with The Toddler

Potty Training is Hard


The Toddler has reached a new milestone! Now, when he poops in his diaper, it’s not just a little baby poop. It is a full-blown, real-human, diverse-diet poop. His poop is officially at an all time gross high and I don’t know how much more my nostrils/gag reflex can take. So we decided to start … Continue reading Potty Training is Hard

15 Real Moms Share the Truth About Postpartum Depression


I gathered data from dozens of real moms who were willing to open up about their battle with PP anxiety & depression. What I found was how many different ways moms struggle with PPD, as well as how many moms share the same triggers or symptoms.

A Letter to the Mom Shamers


Dear Mom Shamers AKA Professional Mom, Perfect Parent Patty, Karen, etc. First off, I just want to congratulate you for being apart of the very small percentage of mothers who own the Official Motherhood Instruction Manual. You are apart of an elite group of mothers who, in times of uncertainty, have the ability to reference … Continue reading A Letter to the Mom Shamers

Bedtime with the Toddler


After 2 hours⏰, 4 books📚, 7 songs🎵, 17 escape attempts🏃‍♂️, 13 tuck-ins🛌, 3 sippy cup refills🍼, 4 meltdowns😭, 2 plea bargains🙏 & .3mL of Benadryl☠... The Toddler is now kicking the wall to the beat of "We Will Rock You" & I'm stuck working nursery security until the Benadryl knocks his ass out. So yeah … Continue reading Bedtime with the Toddler

The Mom Friend


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