Just had a lovely lunch with Darling Husband and the Toddler of Terror. We ordered three meals, and I’m pretty sure no one ate anything off their own plate. I ate Darling Husband’s chips. Darling Husband ate my hot turkey sandwich.The toddler ate my… Continue Reading “Musical plates”
When I went into the toddler’s room last night to shush his tears, I totally didn’t pick him up and rock him while singing the first random thing that popped into my head: You don’t win friends with salad … You don’t win friends… Continue Reading “Not Me Monday”
I’m feeling completely overwhelmed by my own child. It sounds horrible, but it is very, very, VERY true. It’s a very simple thing. He just DOESN’T STOP. He finishes his lunch and tries to climb out of his highchair. I get him cleaned up,… Continue Reading “Kicking me while I’m down”