The day my son called me a ‘bad mommy’

Let’s start this off by making it clear that I know I’m not a ‘bad mother’ and I know my kid was just being the toddler j-e-r-k that he can be on occasion, but this morning my kid called me a ‘bad mommy’ several times after what he probably feels was an unfair consequence to…

Not my jam. Not…my…jam.

Yesterday my kid stood on top of his potty and shouted “IM PEEING”…as I stood in the kitchen observing the youngest one chow down on pot pie in all her chubby glory. Earlier that day he just sat on the couch and looked at me with a smirk of smugness and just spits out “I…

A message from the front line.

I feel like I should write this blog post as if I’m by myself in a jungle somewhere writing home (probably watching too much Naked and Afraid XL)…or like a soldier writing to it’s family members from the front line…because that’s basically how I feel about potty training. Dearest Loved Ones, It’s the start of…

So it begins…

There is a little boy running around my house with Lightning McQueen undies on. It is here. Potty Training has started. Also….these things are ugly. Now….I can’t honestly say we just started…because homie has been dabbling and toying with the idea for a couple months, but this time we are ALL IN. I initially thought…

My son pooped on the floor.

Yup. He did. SO….where to begin. Well actually it’s not that complicated. Cuz well…he just pooped on the floor. We were driving home from a fun (whiney and hot) trip to this local petting farm place when kiddo in the back starts crying because he’s “Scared to poop”…I had that visual from Look Whose Talking…