Comments on: Motherhood is a Contact Sport

By: John (Daddy Runs a Lot)

John (Daddy Runs a Lot) — Tue, 13 Nov 2012 13:57:36 +0000

This morning, CJ was beside me, asking for milk at something like 4 in the morning. The rule is firm – you need to wait for the alarm. Somehow, I convinced him to cuddle back to sleep. Soon after he stopped fidgeting, I fell asleep . . . and, a little while later, I was woken. CJ smacked me. I woke up, dazed and afraid that I was sleeping through something important . . . little bugger was out cold, but his arm held high in the air.

(and now I fear the repercussions for talking about toddler fight club)

By: Steph

Steph — Sun, 11 Nov 2012 19:53:28 +0000

One more in the Cosaro log of broken noses!

By: Lisa Nolan

Lisa Nolan — Sun, 11 Nov 2012 05:43:02 +0000

Ouch! (This sometimes happens with my son and hubby! No black eyes or broken noses… yet!)

Love your captures of all the tweets!

And congrats again on BlogHer! I’ll be bugging you for info, still can’t figure that place out! My head spins whenever I’m there (and not because I was butt-headed by a toddler!).

By: Joanne Hamann

Joanne Hamann — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 18:09:27 +0000

OUCH! So sorry!

By: Michelle Mossey

Michelle Mossey — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 23:47:40 +0000

Oh no, Tricia! Bless your heart. That sounds awful. They don’t know their own strength!
The other day, Baby L (2) was trying to climb onto my lap. He reached up and grabbed my nipple to pull himself up. I think I blacked out. I came to and he was sitting in my lap. Oy vay!