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Sorry to refute the conclusion of my previous post, but apparently a child can leap off the couch to scold his brother, bounce from the big chair to the Ottoman for an hour, eat a piece of pizza, and still not be CURED of the mysterious virus lurking around his poor, confused, irritable little self. [...]
Every time we travel Toby comes down with a sudden illness and spikes a high fever just when I have no Motrin, thermometer, or sanity. So it was no surprise this Saturday, when visiting my Dad in Oklahoma, that he woke up crying and wet, with only enough energy to barf lethargically into the toilet [...]
Can someone please invite me on a long trip to France until Toby turns four? I can’t spend another day skipping smilingly around the house like an imbecilic Pollyanna gently coaxing him to perform the simplest task. If I don’t help him put on his Thomas underwear he gets frustrated. If I do help him [...]
Sometimes I just want to have a moment to myself to think. A moment where Alec Baldwin is not reading the narrative to Thomas and Friends on t.v. in competition with the dog’s incessant barking at the patio door. A moment where baby Charlie is not crawling around my lap like a confused gerbil, slinging [...]
So… we have snot. Drippy, watery, streaming, spoil-my-enjoyment-of-the-spring-weather booger juice. “You do not seem ill,” you may surmise. And you would be quite correct. However, when you are three, even the slightest of ailments cannot be borne alone, and I have been invited along as the guest of honor to pull his highness’s Kleenex’s from [...]
The crock pot is still out on the counter from last night’s roast, rinsed but not scrubbed. The kitchen rag has fallen into the sink and collected bits of uneaten food from our dirty plates. The dog is on the back porch barking to be let in the house. Folded clothes wait to be put [...]
It was a calm and serene evening. Both boys were bathed, in their jammies, and surprisingly subdued. Toby was watching a little “Boz” and Charlie’s eyes were drooping as he sucked down that last little bit of bottle before I layed him down for the night. Only thing left to do was change his diaper [...]
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