Archives: 2008 January

…I just sat here and watched my husband toss a handful of cereal on our kitchen floor for his dog.  And his dog is a notoriously picky eater.  In fact, Pig often prefers to roll in food vs. eat it.
And he wonders why we have ants.  (My husband, not the Pig—although, based on the behavior above, I see [...]

My son recently recovered from the flu.  Call me crazy, but I was sort of expecting things to get back to normal.  Do you suppose that normal bears any resemblance to what’s been going on in our household the last few days?  Yeah, not so much.
Okay, so I expected a little residual coughing.  Maybe some [...]

Here’s a little something you might not know about me—there’s a 5 foot tall Buzz Lightyear pinata in my closet.  You see, one day, I was getting ready to hang up some clothes for the first time since my son was born (he’s the four-year old, by the way).  I walked (waded would actually be the more [...]

Okay, so maybe I was a bit hasty with the self-congratulatory kudos in the procrastination department.  Granted, it was a huge step for us to deposit (read toss) our Christmas tree on the curb on time.  Unfortunately, that’s the only Christmas item that’s made a timely exit from our home or surrounding area.
For example, take a gander at our [...]

All right, ‘fess up—who watched American Idol last night?  I know, it’s kind of embarrassing to admit—I mean, you may as well have “I’m a reality TV junkie” stamped on your head to listen for two consecutive hours to some of the most acoustically-challenged folks on the planet.  
And yet that’s exactly what I did.  I’d [...]

If you’ve been watching even one iota of news lately (Me?  I get to watch thousands of iotas daily, thanks to my nurse-aholic baby.  And I don’t even like the news), you’ve heard about kids and the cough medicine recall.  Not to quote Tim Gunn (Yep, I am a Project Runway junkie) but—this disturbs me.
What bothers me the [...]

Well, it finally happened.  I officially have the flu. 
I mean, it wasn’t like I had a shot in hell of circumventing it, what with my son tossing his snot rags to and fro throughout the house, and my husband ”borrowing” my toothbrush (isn’t it a universally known fact that a toothbrush is the one item you [...]

Another one bites the dust, thanks to the Fergniator.   And you thought I was joking about the toothbrush, didn’t you?

So, tell me, would you want to brush your teeth with this?

 Current count—Fergie 10, Husband 0–and that’s last week alone.  I guess this gives us an unequivocal answer to the question, “Who is smarter, the husband [...]

Argh—they’re tag teaming me today!  Must invest in earplugs.
And ever notice how whining is a vicious cycle?  They whine to me, then I whine to you, and so on.   Just call me the joy-spreader.  Um, which surely has a few connotations that I never remotely intended.  Yikes.
I think now’s a good time to go stuff myself in Finley’s crib [...]

Somebody stole our baby.   Or more accurately, swapped her in the middle of the night with a baby clone.  I mean, the baby in our crib looks the same, feels the same, even has that same sweet baby spit-up smell.  But that’s not our baby.
You see, our baby coos.  In fact, she makes the sweetest, most [...]