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There is no crying in baseball

Marlo was trying to make a funny face this morning and knocked over her Lucky Charms in the process. It happened so fast that she sat there with her fingers in her mouth for several seconds just staring at the puddle of milk that dripped onto the floor. Both kids were up all night so my reflexes were a bit off. Instead of running to wipe it up I watched it drizzle onto the floor with her.

Christmas came VERY early for Chuck and Coco.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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