Remember this when you’re out and about.
Go give CityMama some love.
Recalls: Lead and lead in kid’s jewelry. I am exceedingly tired of reporting this. Also recalled: Marinated Herring from IKEA. (How do I type the sound of a cat coughing up a hairball? Anyone have an old Garfield cartoon and can look that up for me?)
I’m afraid I’m gonna need some photographic evidence after the wedding.
Gak, I am so over vaccine shortages. Note this one especially if you have a kid going into kindergarten this year.
“I want them to drive me nuts. I want them underfoot in the kitchen when I’m trying to cook. I want to have to kick a path through the pile of sneakers at the front door.” I want that for you too.
Visit with Mrs. K.
I love Tertia. Please check out the end of her review. All I can say is “Yeah. What you said.” Oh and “Fuck vanilla.”
Excellent! You already know I hate rude people, and this story is GREAT!
“When I got home from work last night, Hot Wife and I sat him down and explained to him that liars are assholes…”
Way to GO, One SMART, MOTIVATED Mother!!
I voted, more specifically, for the color of funky, nasty, dried ketchup.
“Light beer is not for me.” That’s some heavy dues for a 4 year old…
Today’s Cry, Cry Again post involves a tie clip and handmade book.
Hmmm, apparently I’m a redneck. Who knew? (A freakin’ urinal for the kids would be AWESOME!)
These photos are spectacular. Who says potheads are unmotivated slackers?
I think I’m in love with Angelina Jolie.
“Today is a much better day.” Phew!
More evidence to support my theory that it is hard not to get your own heart broken along with your child’s.
Getting up early and quitting caffeine in the same week? That’s a special kind of insanity! If I tried this I’d be the one up in the clocktower.
Not all celebrities get special treatment in every aspect of their life. Not all adoption agencies are able to be “bought off” (sheesh). In some cases it just isn’t that time-consuming a process to adopt an older child. That’s all I’m sayin’.
This post makes me so hungry!!
If fussy.org goes dark, you’ll know what happened. Maybe we can get together and bake a cake with a file in it?
“real moms sometimes have children you can’t see.”
My guess: a boy named Connor. (And hang in there, woman!)
Ack, don’t feel bad… I’ve done this too. Milk is just such an easy part of the daily routine that it is easy to forget!
Go send Mama some love! Do it now!
I haven’t checked my PO box in a while, but my email tells me that I too have some mystery flavor liquid in there waiting for me. No stuffed virus, though. What a rip!