My sister eagerly shared this story with me, promising, “Here’s a story for your blog!” After I heard it, I paused. Finally I agreed. “Alright, sure,” I said.
I heard it, so now you have to read it. Here goes, in her words, roughly.
Bridget [three-years-old] had such a giant poop that it was nearly coming out of the kid potty. I had to call her father in to see it, it was so big. We agreed that it bore a striking resemblance to Read the rest of this entry
If you are still reading, then you can’t say I didn’t warn you. (Forgive me that there will be no pictures to illustrate this post.)
Ever since our youngest started using the potty many moons ago, her bowels have become a family affair. The older sisters love to see her creations, often assigning a shape and/or name. “Look, it’s an ‘L’!” Or “a snake!” Or “a G!” Once it was even called the great euphemism of “moonlight.” Your guess is as good as mine on that one.
But this one really took the … Well, you’ll see. Read the rest of this entry
My three-year-old son is obsessed with Spiderman. His favorite villain to battle while donning his costume is the Green Goblin. He pretends to be dodging pumpkin bombs, which is the weapon most commonly used by the Green Goblin.
A few days after Halloween, he wet his pants. I took them off and was cleaning up the floor when he yelled from the dining room, Read the rest of this entry
Whenever a guest comes to our house, our four-year-old always wants to show that person something. Usually, it’s “Come see my room!” or “Come look at the tree painted on the wall.” Read the rest of this entry
Motherhood and Martial Arts 