Not too long ago, I posted a picture of Number 7 on Facebook. She was wearing a pull up and didn’t have a shirt on. And she had decorated herself with a Sharpie. I thought it was funny. Facebook thought it was porn. And I received a message asking that I remove the picture.
Dear Numbers 1 through 7, I hope if this letter makes it into your hands that by the time you read it, you already know what I am about to tell you. But I want to be sure you understand how I feel. I hope someday you have kids of your own, and not because
I did a little survey on my personal Facebook page today. I asked people to share if they spent any money every day or week or month on things that weren’t necessities. The answers were interesting, but not surprising, and they ranged from spending absolutely nothing at all to $1000 a month. There were the
I have been changing diapers now for nine straight years. I bought my last box of diapers about five months ago. And now I am nearing the end of the Pull-Up stage. Number 6 only needs one at night, and Number 7 is in the pee-in-the-potty-but-hide-behind-the-couch-when-no-one-is-watching-and-take-a-stealth-dump-in-the-Pull-Up phase. I have been looking forward to the end of
Number 6 and 7 share a room and are the first kids in line in the going-to-bed shift. Every night we do the same thing…read a story or two, sing a couple songs, get into bed, and then give a hug, kiss, knuckles and high fives. They love their routine. Once they are asleep, it’s Number 3,
in·con·ven·ient ˌinkənˈvēn-yənt adjective 1. causing trouble, difficulties, or discomfort. I never thought the decision to stop yelling would have such an effect on me. Up until 10 days ago when I decided I was done yelling, I wouldn’t say I was out-of-control in the yelling department. It wasn’t an all-day thing. It wasn’t even and