Do GNAT go in your underwear, young man.
I’ve never done an Ironman or even a Tough Mudder but I have potty trained a tiny human, so I get the gist. Sometimes I feel like I should spread out my more…uh…”uncouth” posts, but let’s get real – there’s nothing couth about small children and sometimes the key to survival is laughter. Which is partly why I’ve been a little bit excited about this stage for a while. I knew, despite the frustration and tears and laundry, some great laughs would come from potty training. (A fact I reminded myself of over and over yesterday as I remained crouched on the floor of a Target bathroom stall for 20…
Dung Beetles & Canine Lasers
Last Saturday was a family day full of projects and errands. Midway through our excursions, we stopped in at King Wok for some lunch. (Not to be confused with King Wok II, also by our house. Just regular King Wok.) The mister and I are big fans of good Chinese food which, unfortunately, King Wok is not. It’s quite terrible, in fact. Very…gelatinous. We finished eating and started packing up to head to our next stop. I picked up the babe to change his diaper and my hands touched a wet bum. Never a good sign. I checked his back out and – sure enough – poosplosion. Honestly…my kids never…
Pin the Tail on the Door
I had a conversation with Taylor on Wednesday night about Mack. (You know – our beloved lab mix who is sometimes on Prozac.) “He’s getting old, babe. He just doesn’t keep up like he used to. He’s always kinda just in my way and doesn’t hear as well as he used to.” I mean he is technically 56 years old…so…he’s pretty ancient. JUST KIDDING, MOM. Anyway. Had this conversation Wednesday night. The next afternoon as we were doing the leave-the-house/”WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES”/”IF YOU DON’T PUT THAT TOY DOWN RIGHT THIS SECOND” shuffle to meet some friends at the park, I began making my rounds to shut all the doors…
Amerrrrica, Amerrrrica
We went to the pediatrician the other day for our bi-weekly visit. (If you ever want to prepare for having small children, spend 80% of your time either being sick or taking care of sick people.) The doctor walked in the room, sat down, and started asking what was going on with Hutton. Doc: So he’s been sick. Ok. How high has his fever bee – wait – *studies her notes* Is this a typo or is that really how much he weighs?“ Me: Uh…yea. Almost 19 pounds? That’s how much he weighs. Doc: Wow. This is the weight they just took? Just a second ago? Me: Yes. Doc: Wow.…
So Many Feels, So Little Words
Every time I sit down to blog, I am at a loss. I have a lot of feels these days and can’t land on one to talk about. I have the happy feels because Beckett is stinkin hilarious these days, like tonight when he waited for upwards of 5 minutes inside a closed box on the front porch for the mailman to “ship him somewhere”. And happy feels that I have a 5 month old linebacker punkin who is made of steel and gummy smiles. And that this handsome fella is our gentle, sneaky-funny main man. Lots of joy. But I also have a serious case of the exhausted feels.…
