We had a play-date yesterday that started at 3 p.m. We rolled in at 3:30. Why? I had to manually unclog our 58 year-old toilet because Piper dropped a record shattering turd (HOW do tiny people do this!?) then used enough toilet paper to kickstart another global shortage. Oh, and apparently we don't own a [...]
Category: Baby
Out Here Grindin’
15 days to slow the spread. Remember that? Fast forward 150-something days later and we're all still inside wondering what day it is while we hide from one of "history's deadliest pandemics" with a 99% recovery rate. Kirklands is selling Warm Vanilla Spice scented candles and the grocery stores have restocked the pumpkin pie creamer. [...]
Humble Pie
If you've ever been on a road trip with toddlers, then you know the miles are paved with questions. 20 questions. 20 million billion questions. Questions that usually focus on location. "Are we there yet? Are we close? How about now?" There are roughly seven hours between our house in South Carolina and my parent's [...]
Caution Wet Floor
Remember when I broke out in hives and my doctor put me on mood stabilizing meds to treat the suppressed anxiety that I couldn't get under control because people are crazy, motherhood is nuts and it isn't socially acceptable to drink red wine until after five even though it's good for your heart (here's a [...]
Green Eggs and Ham
The Housewife Hives
Motherhood is not for the faint of heart. You surrender your body for nine months awaiting a slippery, helpless, hungry human to come barreling out. Then once the new babe is on the outside, you're involuntarily flooded with turbulent emotions that drive you to somehow keep a tiny human fed, dry and warm. Alive. Then they [...]
Train up a child in the way they should…no
In our house, we like to celebrate the little parenting wins. Wins like: Getting both kids bathed at least every other day Being on-time-ish literally anywhere Keeping both kids fed - even if a mid-morning snack is yesterday's fossilizing hot dog from under the couch (hey, fed is fed, right??) Peeing alone - and no [...]
Nash and the Shit Eating Grin
When you're pregnant, there's a list a mile long (and then some) of the things you can't consume and/or do for the sake of the unborn baby. No sushi. No beer. No sandwich meat. No shell fish. No wine. No soft cheese. Not TOO much coffee. Literally none of the good stuff. In restaurants, you [...]
Game of Porcelain Thrones
Remember in college when you'd be assigned a group project, and everyone would have an opinion, but no one wanted to do the work? Thankfully, there was always one person who ended up doing all the work on behalf of the mouthy group. That's parenting. I didn't realize that is what I was being prepared [...]
Mommy, will you smell my hands?
TGIF, folks. I kicked off the weekend with regurgitated soy-formula pooled in my belly button (which is strangely deep now, thanks to two Buckley spawn). Yes, Nash managed to spit up down my shirt collar, because spitting up ON my shirt would be too easy. After mopping it up with the nearest baby wipe, Piper [...]