We’ve been having a small battle of the boogers around this place lately. Meaning ninja boy constantly has his finger inserted in one or both nostrils at any given time. I’ve tried to encourage him to use a Kleenex when the mood strikes, and especially when he retrieves golden treasure…and all this before he gobbles the… Read more »
Who needs an aspirator when you have ninja fingers?! I literally pulled out a 5 inch long boog from baby girl’s nose today. Impressive you say. Nope, that’s just the reason why I grow coke nails. For important stuff like this.
I don’t always hide my candy eating from the toddler, but when I do, i make sure it’s my favorite and in large quantities! Oh just admit it- you’ve done it, too. A LOT. And you’re good at it. Way to hone your ninja skills, ladies. You make me proud!
So your toddler doesn’t want to take his medicine? Use reverse psychology. You ‘drink’ it first, and energetically exclaim how delish it is, and how you hope said toddler doesn’t want his because that just leaves more for you! Toddler will PROMPTLY guzzle that nasty stuff down. Every. Single. Time. Mission accomplished.
Are They Still Breathing? It’s 3:15 p.m. I have had nothing but silence to keep me company for TWO WHOLE HOURS. Baby Ninja finally fell asleep at 1:15 p.m. Ninja Boy put himself to sleep (my genius husband’s best idea yet!) around 1 p.m. And I have had nothing but time. Laundry is folded. Dinner underway. I… Read more »
I sure did crave my morning runs, especially after negotiating a temporary move, recent job resignation and two ninjas to wrangle all day. They also appeared to make my saggy what-is-a-squat? mama booty a bit perkier. Plus, NOTHING could beat the endorphin rush after a few miles of nothing but feet to pavement and a… Read more »
It started out as a great day. A meetup with my sweet friend and her Mom, a play date for the boys and an opportunity for them to meet baby ninja. I even made hot cocoa and cookies, people. Because I was still on maternity leave and had my stuff together…mistake #1. It was a… Read more »
It was teething- round ‘I lost track’ because the boy was always teething. And that usually came with a whole host of lovely things, to include wicked diaper rash. His butt was so red and I hurt for him with each wave of a wipe. He had just pulled #1 AND #2 duties and I… Read more »
An ever-growing list of things no one ever told me (about being a Mama): 1) disposable nursing pads aren’t meant to be washed OR dried 2) you can’t always beat an incontinent dog to the door 3) getting pooped on will cease to bother you (see #2) 4) pregnancy could be a wonderful experience (it’s… Read more »
I admit it- I’m somewhat of a germa-phobe…okay, it’s safe because most of you know me, so I’ll just own up to the fact that I have a MAJOR case of the OCD’s when it comes to germs. So stop touching my kid, people!