Look at that face…he’s a real lady killer…APPARENTLY. I’ve always joked that Luke loves the ladies (I should probably stop joking about it…because it is actually fact, COLD HARD FACT), ever since he was a baby he was super fascinated by the blonde bubble guppy Deema and has yet to turn back. He loves all…
Category: My Kid.
The time my kid was a walking garbage bag.
I don’t have anything exciting to report…no important brain dumps…no wise parenting insights…no funny stories about the way my kid talks like a 55 year old man sometimes…or that Emma has decided to never sit on her own and just lounge for the rest of her days…nothing like that today. But I do have this…
Congratulations, you won a day of aggravation.
You know that feeling you get when you think you’ve won something really great? Simply because you have this feeling that others missed out…it gives you this feeling of being CHOSEN and like…the tits. But sometimes you realize you actually didn’t win at all…you kinda lost…and it kinda crushes your spirit into a tiny lil…
My kid wont stop swearing.
It’s a genuine swearfest up in these parts these days. Unintentional trailer trash talk, but sloppy lispy toddler talk nonetheless. Part of it is kinda our fault…the rest is just coincidence. Luke says about 3-4 new words a day on average. Some of these phrases are cute like shouting at Gracie to “COME ON” when…
The battle of the cereal.
From the moment breakfast is over, I fight with Luke about stealing cereal boxes and chowing down with his sticky chubby fingers until he goes to bed. Kid goes apeshit over some grained goodness. He’ll climb up three levels of shelves to get to the glorious box of Crunchy Raisin Bran and somehow crawl back…
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