Tag Archives: Kids

Mean Girls Suck

Every summer my daughter goes to day camp. She absolutely loves it and looks forward to it all year long. This year, the camp has started having theme days which are kind of like spirit days at school. Recently, the theme was superheroes and princesses and N was pretty psyched about it. As princess and [...]

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

My daughter put this little mirror in front of my face so I jokingly say “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” And my son, completely serious, says “What mall? Who’s the fairest OF THE MALL? Get it? Come on…you know that shit is  funny. SMILE!

Grandma Came. And Left.

Well…my baby is now officially four years old. He keeps saying he’s five (but I hope that never happens. I want him to stay just like he is forever *sniff*) And wonder of wonders…I managed, somehow, to get my house clean and almost all the laundry washed and folded (but not all put away because [...]

Creepy Kiddie Accessories 2.0

A long time ago, I recall seeing wigs for babies and being all What? The Hell. But in all fairness, at least BabyToupee.com recognizes that their wigs fall into the patently ridiculous/OMFG category. But lo, there’s a new kid on the wig block and they’ve made it their mission to insure no bald-ish baby girls [...]

To My Mall Ratty White Trash Mom

Last Sunday on Mother’s Day, I awoke around noon and was greeted with a fantastic breakfast (that means BACON), fresh coffee, gorgeous pink Gerber daisies (my favorite) and the sweetest little treasures from my children. Accompanying the gifts from my daughter was a card/drawing she made at school that touched my heart—but also made me [...]

Braggity McBraggerson Here

Yesterday my son’s teacher told me that they have a new girl in his class. She just turned three and is in a class of mostly boys. The teacher said she had looked so sad all morning and nothing they said or did seemed to make any difference. That is until my son, who is [...]

Indignant

At the mall… T: *whining* It’s not fair. Why does he always get to ride in the stroller? Me: Because he’s three and you’re eight. You’re really just too big for the stroller now. T: *indignant* That’s no reason to not let me use it!!!