Dogs certainly get the short end of the stick in a household with kids. Since becoming a parent, the daily act of walking the dog has become a whole other epic juggling act. Add a second kid and there was a period there where our poor Jack Russell Terrier, Ruby, did most of her business … Continue reading Our little guard dog, Ruby.
Last week my husband went out with Finn for a few hours and came back with some outlet swag for the little guy, including some neon yellow Crocs. They might not be the coolest shoes but, I have really come to appreciate Crocs since becoming a parent and getting some handed down from cousins. … Continue reading If the shoe fits.
Hold the applause on that whole sleep thing. Finn had three days of mediocre success with the midday nap and now it’s all over the damn place again. The good news is that his runny nose is almost totally gone and he’s kind of sleeping during the day again. We just discovered the poor lad … Continue reading Riding the sleep wave.
My parents have a pool and since they opened it for the season in May, Leni has been in it nearly every single day. We quickly discovered that she sprouted just enough to touch the bottom of the shallow end. Game. Changer. Gone are the floaties on which she so long relied. We have been … Continue reading My daughter, the mermaid.
My son hasn’t napped consistently in weeks and I find myself longing for “nap jail.” I had become too comfortable in my routine and forgot parenting rule number one: as soon as something becomes predictable, it changes. The last couple weeks have been a special challenge because he has an endlessly running nose and just cut … Continue reading Nap strike.
My son is now 16.5 months old (Howww??) and his language is really exploding of late. He can clearly pick up on what we’re saying in a way he didn’t seem to just a couple month ago. He’s even able to tell me what he wants (sometimes) and has started to try out more words. … Continue reading Language explosion.
My son loves to play with my keys and screams with rage when I deny him. I know it’s not the most sanitary thing in the world as he does like to gnaw on the Big Ben dangling from the ring, but he’s good at catching me in moments of weakness. Last month, we had … Continue reading Negotiating with a toddler.