Ian sees us taking pictures all the damn time, so poor kid wanted his turn. I gave him my old point-and-shoot and figured what’s the worst that can happen? Turns out if you bash a camera against a wall, it makes dents, but the camera still worked fine. Then Ian decided it would be a […]Read Post ›
It took three and a half years, but we’re there. Next year we won’t watch them half a mile away.
Don’t ya hate it when your shoes chase you? Also, Ian’s acting debut.
Three. Three. Three. Three years on this planet. In my life. It means everything and nothing. You will not start preschool at three (but hopefully you will start in July or August!). Unless pigs fly, you will not be wearing underwear for anything other than fashion, and you will not have weaned. Three is not […]Read Post ›
Whenever we ask Ian if he wants to trick or treat this Halloween, his answer is, “No. I don’t want to. Halloween is too scary for me.” (When prompted, he doesn’t know why it’s scary, it’s just scary.) I went ahead and ordered a costume just in case, and I figured even if we don’t […]Read Post ›
Y’all. I’m afraid to write this without knocking on every wooden surface in my home, but, this parenting thing is getting easier. I’m pretty sure I hit bottom sometime in January (I recall a tearful Mommy & Me on a rainy morning where all the parents seemed like robots, smiling and discussing the wonders of […]Read Post ›
Mama Mandy 