The Boys’ New Digs: Transportation & Giraffes
We’ve been occupying our new house for 1 month now. And before any of you make that really cute statement about “Ohhh welcome to home ownership…” followed by a wink, save your breath. We’ve already had an appliance repair man fix our dryer for a small fee of a few hundred dollars. Ridic. Transportation One of the first rooms I wanted to have completely ready in the new house was the B man’s. Hutton won’t know the difference between sleeping in a laundry basket in the closet vs. sleeping in a fully-furnished nursery, so I wasn’t *quite* as concerned about getting his room done. We at the Brooks household have…
Froggies & Weighty
This is what happens when you make a joke about your dog being the only family member on prescription medication: 1 week later, and 3 out of 4 family members have new prescriptions. Ear Froggies It was fun to jokingly bemoan how terribly that trip to Kansas went last month, but seriously…it’s still sticking with us. We’re now on round 3 of antibiotics for Beckett’s ear infection. I see some tubage in our future. I finally took him back to the doctor last week (and yesterday. We basically live there.) because he was still…slightly grumpy. Could be 2 year molars, could be liver failure. You just never know with a…
Assisted Treating & Zoo on the Loose
I dropped B-boy off at school the other day and planned to come home and clean. You cannot even imagine how gross this house had gotten. I’m not really sure what happened, but somehow my car drove straight to the pedicure place instead. By way of the donut shop. The donut shop and then the pedicure place. Fine, I am sure what happened. Treat yo’ self, you guys. A book proposal, Halloween, 7th grade sleepover, and a zoo trip down…I justified an hour of R&R. And donuts. Don’t judge me. Listen…I know that we’re well into Christmas season (looking at you, Starbucks red cups), but let’s slow our roll. I…
A Fiery 2nd Birthday
Apparently grandparents run on a different type of fuel than normal people. They never run out of energy. Ever. In the case of a certain little boy I know, endless energy made for a perfect week with his out-of-town admirers. I should devote a whole post to our fun, non-birthday-related adventures, but until then… It’s firefighting time. Because Beckett loves his f*&$@s. And, seeing as he turned 2 this week, we included as many of them into his week-o-celebration as possible. First up, the coolest fire station visit ofalltime, offered so kindly by my friend Katie on behalf of her husband Ethan, a fireman at the airport here. (When I say “airport”, I…
two. dos. два. 둘. zwei. deux.
Beckett will be two next week. It blows my mind. But before we get all sappy about how much I love the face off my two year old little boy…I want to take a second to talk about what age 2 looks like, because a lot of people forget. Or block it out. Or drink their way through it. It can be a real struggle. Like when toddler speak is virtually indecipherable. Only by sheer luck (and lots of time alone with Beckett) do I know that “fok” never means exactly what it usually sounds like (the f word), but rather means any or all of the following: frog, fork,…
Toddler Beds: the worst things on earth.
Day 1: Well, Beckett finally made the big transition. He started climbing out of his crib, so we moved him into a big boy bed. (!!!!!!) Our little punkin is just growing right on up. On Saturday, we talked about big boy beds, looked at options, and finally bought one from Target. The guardrails seem a little short, but it’ll be fine. I’m just excited to move him. We made taking down the crib and putting up the bed a family affair. Taylor told Beck this box (that contained his new bed) was his new bed. He was abnormally excited. We put together the real bed and he was even…
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