Ever since we got back from Arizona, it’s been Go Go Go for me. Which means it’s been Go Go Go for Maddie, because she’s my super-awesome pocket-sized sidekick. Which means erratic naps, which means grumpiness for both of us, which means we are both crabby witches. Throw Rigby into the mix and well, I’m…
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….
Toilets Are Tricky Machines
March 18th, 2009Comments: 28
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…