I shouldn’t be glad he hit the baby’s head against the stove. Maybe glad isn’t the right word. Smug might be more like it. We give Ryan his baths on the kitchen counter, you see. We do this because my back cannot handle the low tub with the high side. I tried it a few times and spent all of bath [...]
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1. On a typical early weekday morning (defined as the time between 6:30 and 8 a.m.), you are most likely to find me: (a) Stuffing my kids’ lunch boxes with Capri Suns and other pre-packaged items; (b) Feeding the baby her bottle, letting the dog outside to poop and then forgetting he’s out there unattended [...]
A strange thing happens when you become a mom. Actually, it begins when your belly first becomes big enough for people to assume you are carrying a tiny gremlin inside. Suddenly, random strangers feel the need to accost your distended uterus with their hands and tell you their personal thoughts about everything from epidurals and [...]
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