- When we eat out, I always forget the doggy bag. I’m pretty impressed with myself when I remember my purse, the kid and all his accouterments, but the dang doggy bag!
- Most of the “play dates” I arrange are actually with parents I want to hang out with. Tough nuggets if the kids aren’t really friends. BUT when the kids do get along too, it just makes it all the sweeter.
- Our bed has never felt smaller than when Stevie is sleeping sideways and Gadoo is at my feet. Makes our king feel like half a twin.
- I’m fairly certain English isn’t Stevie’s first language. There is no other logical reason why he doesn’t listen to ANYTHING I SAY, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I SAY IT. I mean, it could be because he’s 3, but I’m starting to think it’s more than that. A language barrier. Now to figure out his language…
- I’ve been trying to grow just a little bit of length on my cropped hair for a wedding in October and it’s at a point that when I wake up in the mornings, I look like Krusty the Clown. Thank goodness for hair products.
