The girls just came rushing into the room with this report:
“Mommy! There’s toilet paper all over the bathroom and we didn’t do it!”
“Yeah! We didn’t do it!”
So, I went and surveyed the scene…
And, when the primary suspect was located nearby…
She was caught busily attempting to destroy the evidence by ingestion.
The purple paper eater strikes again.
When I pick the girls up from preschool now I usually get a full report on how the Toddler has done that day. She’s still in what I would call the adjustment phase with transitioning to the 3-year old class, so there’s always something to report. Yesterday, though, was a significant day because it marks…
Now that summer is just around the corner, I’ve started hearing people talk about what books are on their summer reading lists. The Today Show {my primary news source} especially likes to talk about this topic. So, I listen to all the hype about the season’s most-read and must-reads… and, I think… “Wow, I’m out…
Anyone who says girls don’t play hard has never met mine. We may play with girly-girl things like baby dolls, princesses, and tu-tus. But, we don’t always play gentle. Pages get ripped out of books, couches get used as gymnastics apparatuses, strollers get turned into race cars, and Barbies’ heads “fall” off. Does anyone recall…
“A two-year-old is kind of like having a blender, but you don’t have a top for it.” ~ Jerry Seinfeld I think Jerry sums it up pretty well. For us at least, two seems to be a very complex age. Two is fun. Cute, affectionate, verbal, playful, curious, energetic. And, the two-year old vocabulary is…
Well, the madness continues around here. The Spouse and I have a history of stacking major life changes, and it seems that we’re at it again. In addition to welcoming a new life into our family a few weeks ago, the Spouse has started a new job, we sold our house, we bought a house…
Ever since she first heard that this past Tuesday was going to be “Hat Day” at her school, the Preschooler had been stressed out about it. It was only after much coercion that I talked her into wearing her cowgirl hat for at least the first part of the morning. I finally thought to ask…