One problem, two problems, three problems, more.
Oh no, here I go again. Won’t someone please stop me?
Have you ever met a three-year-old? Horrible people. Little deranged convicts.
Somebody found a rotten substance in the backyard and thought it would be a good idea to cover his entire body with it. I expect this sort of behavior from the idiot dog, not the one who reads poetry when he takes his tea in the sitting room.
A few weeks ago I mentioned here that Marlo has started holding her poop (here we go!), and since then things have not progressed as much as I would have liked them to. She isn’t yet approaching me politely and asking, “May I be excused to eliminate my bowels, Master?” So, you know. I have [...]
(While I’m out of the country, I’m reposting some content from my archives. This one was originally published in the fall of 2004. I thought we’d play a bit with the Boone theme.) Last week I had a huge portion of my extended family in town for the wedding of one of my cousins, perhaps [...]
Last night while both kids were crying and simultaneously not eating what we’d made for dinner, one of the dogs puked something all over the new rug in Leta’s room. I say something because I finally learned to stop trying to figure out what it is. That information is never rewarding. You’re never like, GOD [...]
This is beginning to sound like a broken record, I know, but the last several days of our lives have been nothing but a tidal wave of heartbreaking chaos. Jon’s sister-in-law died on the morning of his birthday, this following a night that had ended in a pretty ugly display of ineptitude in parenthood on [...]
Marlo’s favorite thing to do now, after having been taught by her evil grandmother, is to climb stairs. Great. Because this new house is basically four stories, three above and one below ground. Lots of stairs to climb! No problem for an almost thirteen-month-old who routinely dives off of our bed head-first and loves the [...]
Today’s featured question comes from user Onemoremomblog: Yes. Always. Wait… that’s not true. Let me explain before you throw a flaming, unscooped turd at my head. I’ve got jackets with pockets full of poop bags, because whenever I take the dogs for a walk I want to make sure I’m prepared. In fact, I’m even [...]