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Jul
15

One kid + one kid equals…?

So we’re about to (and when I say about to, I mean in four months, not tomorrow, for God’s sake don’t rush me!) embark on becoming a family of four. We will officially go from being one of those families where the parents outnumber the child to one of those families that’s screwed. Okay, I’m kidding about the screwed part, obviously! (Geez). We’re totally psyched for baby #2. But before

Apr
24

I know my kid just ate paint.

I have a feisty, curious, indefatigable two-point-five-year-old son and he is the cutest thing EVER (ever). When we are at Starbucks or the grocery store or on the street or the potty or (insert pretty much any geographic location here that can be found on Google Maps), he often does things like: 1) conduct chem experiments with salt and pepper shakers (SO SMART!) 2) insist on drinking X beverage from

Feb
28

My Toddler is a Sharing Genius

Like, four percent of the time. The other 96 percent of the time, he’s a normal 2-and-a-half-year-old who truly believes that if he has to share a toy, he will cease to exist. Like, he will literally explode or self-combust if he has to relinquish the random red ball he just picked up that he doesn’t actually care about. That’s how dire the situation is (you know you know what

Feb
14

Okay, but the thing is… trains.

Some kids have security blankets. Some don’t go anywhere without their favorite teddy bear or stuffed cat or Elmo doll. My toddler isn’t any different, it’s just that he has forty-seven security blankets, and they are called trains (actually, they are not all called trains, they have specific names and identities like Percy, Gordon, Edward, and Balloon Car. FML). I have no problem with my kiddo being a train aficionado;

Jan
24

Potty training for dummies

I feel like everywhere I turn, I keep hearing about/seeing/schmoozing with toddlers WAAAY younger than my own 2-and-4-months-year-old who are potty trained — as Leo would say — “ALREADY!” (He loves adverbs. He doesn’t always use them correctly). I know girls often potty train a lot faster than boys, or at least this is what I tell myself in the witching hours of the night when I wake up wondering