Most frazzled morning ever, team. Really. Have you been wondering where I’ve been the past three days? Of course you have. The answer is, I’ve been spending time on the beautiful Hood Canal.
So my son turns on Nick at Nite, then goes to bed, leaving me here MySpazzing and suddenly realizing that my TV screen is currently populated with a young John Stamos, Mary-Kate (or Ashley) and Candace Whoever. Cameron? I don’t know. Plus loads of bad acting that as a kid, I just thought was the
Watch out, this might get mushy-slash-sad. Mush on. Okay, so all the other holidays that have passed since I started blogging, I have let go. I didn’t blog about Easter, or President’s Day or whatever other ones we’ve had (you can tell I’ve kept track). But I do want to blog about Mother’s Day. I
Didja missme? I, my friends, have been experiencing some of the best times I’ve had all year over the last couple of days. I’ll leave it at that, but suffice to say that all is going swimmingly in 2N-Land. I, however, am stymied by children. I, your favorite ‘traded blogger, spent last night and this
I hate marketers that make commercials that make The Kid bug me to buy stuff. I really do. Because when you see his big blue eyes telling you that he “absolutely haaaaaaaas to have something, so SERIOUS, mom!” and you have to say, “I would rather shove splinters under my fingernails than buy something like that which
I have discovered that the Kid will be an awesome blogger as he gets older. He never stops talking. It’s like this constant stream of random, five-year-old consciousness coming from him. When it’s not inane questions about things (why, why, why…?) then it’s not-so-educated discourse on where sneezes come from, who I’m going to get married