I tiptoed into the bedroom. After an hour and a half of naptime hysterics, Destroy had finally passed out and was sound asleep. His bare naked bottom was stuck straight up in the air.
Part of the tantruming routine involved frenziedly ripping his pants from his body. A full blown, mind-numbingly impressive, the power of Christ compels you exorcist, clearly possessed melt down ensued. Again.
The proper way to spend a mid-November birthday evening.
Today I am 33. (Itâ€™s still early-30s, so weâ€™re keeping it real with the years.)
Jonâ€™s been there almost a year already.Â Search and Destroy are both 3.
Yes. Yes I was *that* mom in Target.
With two trantruming twins impressively flinging themselves about. The cart carrying them, with wheels already off-kilter, jerking in unnatural directions. Continue reading
So either our boys arenâ€™t picky eaters or we need to be paying more attention to their social skills. The following was the dinner conversation on Tuesday night.
In either case, weâ€™ll be waiting by the phone for our Parents of the Year accolades. And not likely adopting a goldfish anytime soon. Continue reading
Did you all have a nice weekend? We had a Superbowl Party. I wonâ€™t lie. It did turn in to a bit of a Bacchanalian fracas.
It was supposed to be a nice chill, laid back afternoon. Jon invited a couple friends over; I did the same. Jon set about preparing mozzarella meatball sliders, I focused on the important course of the meal – carrot cake and peanut butter brownies. It was a gluten-free bonanza, yo! (Lookitmee, all domestic-like.) Continue reading
Last week I had to make a return trip to the psychiatrist. Every now and then the docs like to re-evaluate my medication to keep me from going completely crazy. Since it was my first visit with this particular MD, I had to fill out the anxiety/depression questionnaire. Continue reading
My house is baby-proofed. It is not toddler proofed.
But the good news is there doesnâ€™t seem to be any lasting harmful effects from Mondayâ€™s baby breaking incident. (Seriously folks, thank you so much to all of you who shared your own baby dropping stories. It truly made me feel less inept.)
Both boys are back to warp speed in a determination to live up to their names â€“ Search and Destroy. Continue reading
I went out last weekend. Like out, out. My girlfriends threw a Sex and the City Saturday night party, so with the blessings of GrandmaNâ€™s babysitting talents, I got myself gussied up and headed out. Continue reading