Um, yeah, so this is a story about poop. If you’re squeamish you should Skype me so I can laugh at you while you read this. Barf, sorry, that was even a little gross for me.
It all started after my last post on Friday night- I should have expected some blow-back after birthing all that rollicking hilarity into the world. You know, tit for tat, no good deed goes unpunished? Whatever.
As I was saying…it all started when we arrived at the cabin. Continue reading
Hey all, any of you noticed it’s 2013? Whenever the hell did that happen?! I’m wondering if you feel like I do at the beginning of the year. Maybe like you need to poop out a 5 pound turkey/pie/alcohol baby? Or like you have ten thousand things you would like to commit yourself to but those darned 2 weeks the kids were out of school really mucked up your to-do list so now you’ll be playing catch-up until Spring Break? Or like this new year has so much gorgeous promise to fulfill that you might just burst from excitement before anyone can say “resolution”? I thought so, me too.
Here’s how this worked out for me this year. Continue reading
I’m a slave to Project Runway so, naturally, I am aflutter with excitement over the handful of big name designers like Isaac Mizrahi (a judge on said Project Runway) who have begun slinging their fashion greatness in the direction of the masses’ well loved Target clothing racks. Okay, I’m not aflutter, but lucky is the mom who can pick up baby wipes, a 7 lb bag of M&Ms, and a fabulous wrap dress in one fell swoop.
What I didn’t know is that just a few miles up the road from my local Target is the holy grail of discount designer shopping. On the corner of Manhattan Beach Blvd & Sepulveda is the fancy-schmanciest Tar-jay I have ever set foot in. I saw a clutch for $80 and a coat for $100. But what really blew me away was the freebie I received as I was walking out the door.
Not the kid, the bag, people, just look at that bag (I know you are puzzled and distracted by the rabid child eating the lovely bag, but stick with me here).
It’s true, I’m easily impressed. But who wouldn’t be dazzled by Continue reading
When something laughable comes out of my kids’ mouths I try to slow the car down long enough to snag my iPhone, email a reminder to myself, then write it on the family calendar. The hope is that I’ll someday hand it over to this here blog, but that rarely happens, and usually I’m left asking my husband, what was that thing one of the kids once said? So here ya’ go y’all, the year in funnies. The ones I remembered to write down.
Big brother’s thoughts on a friend’s indoor cat:
I feel kind of sad for Snowy because all she gets to do is play with tiny cat toys and poop in the litterbox. It reminds me of Rapunzel.
Little dude, easily impressed:
Mama, I like how shiny your toilet is!
Big bro, pointing to little bro’s junk in the tub:
To a giant, this is like a chocolate chip! Continue reading
3 week old chicks are adorable. They’re peep-y, they’re peppy, and they’re getting a bit more poopy. It seems that bigger chicks make bigger poops, who knew?!
Zippy is still the queen of the world.
And curious about the 4 year old in her face. Naturally. Continue reading
