• WTF moments

    8 WTF Moments That Every Parent Experiences

    A few days ago, I was sitting on the couch with my husband talking about our day. I had just finished bathing our son and he was doing his usual post-bath ritual of running around our game room, butt naked. He’s prone to diaper rashes so I always try to give him some time to air out his little behind following a bath before I put a diaper on him. After just a couple of minutes, I noticed an acorn laying beside where my son was playing with his toys. We do have an oak tree in the front of our house which likes to shed its acorns all over…

  • 12 step program for profanity

    12 Step Program for Profanity Addicts

    As I’ve mentioned before, my husband and I both suffer from an affliction known by several names: potty mouth, sailor tongue, gutter mouth. We cuss. A lot. And while there’s research that supports the hypothesis that our proclivity towards profanity actually indicates a higher level of intelligence, there’s no denying the fact that we tread dangerous ground by swearing so much in front of our son. While we haven’t heard our son say a cuss word yet technically, part of the reason for the delay seems to come from the fact that he hasn’t quite learned to enunciate his “sh”s yet. Thank God for multiple ear infections that led to…

  • Parenting

    Do’s and Don’ts for Traveling with a Toddler

    Alternative Title: Don’t. Josh and I recently returned from a birthday/early anniversary trip to Munich for Oktoberfest. In short, we had a nice, uneventful trip where we acted like the responsible adults that our toddler has come to depend on.   Well, maybe we spent a couple of days having a little too much fun… Once upon a time (before becoming a wife and mother) I considered myself an avid traveler and would have loved to devote a life exclusively to exploring the world and blogging about my adventures. Now that I have a child, the opportunity to travel has significantly decreased for various reasons. Our options are to bring…

  • Parenting

    Where’s that village I was promised?

    Alternative Title: The Things You Do To Distract Yourself When You Really Have to Pee. I’m typing this post in the notes section of my phone while literally (okay, metaphorically) handcuffed to my 20 month old who would currently rather watch YouTube than interact with me. Yet he still doesn’t want me to leave the room. I’m typing with just my left hand as my son insists on having my right hand holding his as he stares at the numbers and animals popping in and out of the screen. Does this sound adorable? I could see it looking pretty adorable in a photo without much context. The lack of context…