Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
My son is toilet trained! No, that doesn’t do justice. My son is toilet trained!!!!! MY SON IS TOILET TRAINED!!!! This may be my tenth child that I’ve toilet trained, but that doesn’t diminish the joy and exhilaration. I want to shout it from the roof tops - I succeeded at toilet training!! Hands down,… Continue reading He’s toilet trained!
Her clothes are getting dirty!! I’ve learned over the years that kids (especially little boys) get dirty and I’m mostly OK with it and don’t get bothered. This is different; my little baby girl in her girly girl pink clothes is crawling on the floor and she’s getting dirty. It’s very noticeable on light pink… Continue reading She’s getting dirty!
Three year olds do not belong in grocery stores. I knew that already. I weighed out the pros and the cons. I was about to drive past Walmart. I only needed a few items. I made the quick decision to take my one year old and newly minted three year old in with me for… Continue reading Errands, Toddlers and Blueberries
Probation. My two year old is on probation. Well, she didn’t actually use those words. But I’m pretty good at reading between the lines. The preschool director is really a good friend of mine. I know she would do anything to help me and make my life easier. But she was stuck. My adorable and mischievous… Continue reading The Mommy report card
"You had your chance and you blew it. All the other moms managed to get their act together over the summer and only you didn’t. You’ve got to get yourself together, everyone else did it, why couldn’t you?" OK, that’s not really what she said. After all, the preschool director is my good friend, she’d… Continue reading Toilet training trauma
