Teenager

March 19, 2009

Madeline is sixteen now. Sure, technically she’s sixteen months, but she might as well be sixteen years sometimes. She’s figured out what she wants. Like my cell phone, any computer cable or plug, glass, forks, sharp objects, climbing things, dynamite, and the occasional Abby Cadabby doll. And she’s figured out what she does NOT want. [...]

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Toilets Are Tricky Machines

March 18, 2009

The night of our first full day in Arizona, we had reservations at a very popular steakhouse. It’s the kind of place that books up a month in advance, and the dress is nice. So, ya know, Mike and I have to make sure our clothes don’t have stains or holes, and all the words [...]

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Baseball, Cousins, and Meat (In No Particular Order)

March 16, 2009

Maddie did…OK…on the plane. I think that Mike and I were so worried that she’d freak out that we crowded her and CAUSED a freak out. But, on the Maddie scale, it was a minor upset. And anyone who was pissed at her whimpers felt badly when they saw her cute little face. She was [...]

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The Moozer Cruiser

March 13, 2009

Last weekend I spent fifty hard-earned dollars on one toy for Maddie. This isn’t something I do very often, especially given the fickle nature of my child. The last time I spent over fifty bucks it was on a bouncer saucer jumper thingy, and she loved it for approximately three days. So even if Maddie [...]

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Swimsuit Edition

March 12, 2009

I went to Old Navy today and I bought a better bathing suit and no one called me fat. So THERE, Target! I also picked up some freaking adorable bathing suits for Maddie. I mean…how can you resist a sixteen month old in an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini? Or a sixteen [...]

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I Checked For A “Kick Me” Sign

March 11, 2009

I went to Target today. Mike, Maddie and I are going out of town this weekend, so I needed to pick up some essentials – sun screen, a bathing suit for Maddie, and a bathing suit for myself. I hate buying bathing suits. In the past, I’ve just walked into Target or Old Navy, grabbed [...]

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