I live with a 6 year old firecracker, a son who has turned me into a walking anxiety attack with his daily antics, and our newest baby boy. I had no idea the single most important characteristic of a mother was a sense of humor.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Baby Daddy
Despite what Liv is telling people, this baby is not a half-brother or sister. It has been fun to watch people's faces when she says it, but I'm getting a little nervous she's gonna bust it out at the next family reunion.
Oh Pierce
God gave me Pierce to remind me I will never be perfect at anything.
Especially parenting.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Single Wife Sydrome
Some days, I see far too many parallels between my life and a WWF wrestling match.
It wouldn't be such a big deal if someone could tag me out.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Just a Mom
I spent the weekend painting a dresser for the baby. I was pretty proud of myself, but Liv may have brought me down a notch.
"Wow Mom, I guess you're good at something! Too bad it's not anything cool though, hey?"
Friday, February 10, 2012
Body Parts
Things that make your heart skip a beat at the doctor's office:
"Where the heck is this baby's head?!?".
Well, I'm hoping attached is the right answer, but your guess is as good as mine.
"Where the heck is this baby's head?!?".
Well, I'm hoping attached is the right answer, but your guess is as good as mine.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
His Father's Son.
I tried to be patient with you when you thought it was funny to stick your testicles to the sliding glass doors Pierce, but I draw the line at my picture frames.
I don't think I realized HOW different raising a little boy would be.
I don't think I realized HOW different raising a little boy would be.
Friday, February 3, 2012
It's in the genes...
I am rarely surprised by the strange things my children do. Why, you ask?
Because I married a man who manages to inhale cous cous up his nose at dinner, has to show me how well he can lunge everytime he puts on tight jeans, and has been known to eat play-doh in his adult years.
Really, by reproducing with that, what did I expect?
Because I married a man who manages to inhale cous cous up his nose at dinner, has to show me how well he can lunge everytime he puts on tight jeans, and has been known to eat play-doh in his adult years.
Really, by reproducing with that, what did I expect?
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