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It gets a little annoying. I can’t remember exchanging Toby’s personality from pleasantly compliant charmer to compulsively opinionated dictator. Yet here I am with snot streaming down my nose while he separates individual sections of toilet paper into satisfactory squares. No, I won’t hurry up, he says as his chubby fingers work to remove a [...]
The flu. A very long, feverful, snot-tacular, exhaustingly monotonous crater in our late winter bliss. It is the malefactor I now blame for my son’s relentless presence beside me in Sunday morning service. It started out as sober precaution. A desire to not relive eight straight days of isolation and nauseating amounts of Thomas and [...]
Welp, my site got an overhaul. Thanks to the talent of a borrowed Mac Notebook you will now spend the first moment on “Tales from the Running Mama” hoping I remembered to Lysol the high chair tray. At least its a diversion from counting the spider veins on my thigh which is what I spend [...]
Have you noticed how quickly a dog moves from “beloved family member” to “faintly barking from the crate in the garage” as soon as a new baby is brought home? I used to love my dog. I used to remember to feed her too. Now I am only aware of her presence when I vacuum [...]
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 [...]
Tonight’s prayer was unusually succinct. “Dear God… Amen.” You’re three and you already grasp omniscience.
He has good ones. Really, really, really good ones. Me: Toby, you shared your train with baby Charlie! Good Job! Toby: Thank you. Me: Your welcome. Toby: Your welcome too. Me: Uh…Thanks? Toby: Your welcome. Awkward.
Having a baby in the house has awakened Toby to a new dimension. It is called the past and it has proven itself a tricky little concept to squeeze a brain around. He asks: Member when I was in dat bed mommy? (Points at crib) Member when I yoos to eat in dere mommy? (Points [...]
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 [...]
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