Category Archives: Insane Toddler

A Typical Day at My House (AKA Why I’ll Never Be Nominated for Mother of The Year)

It was like herding cats – last night and this morning.  Brooke had salsa tots yesterday and came home exhausted.  Sierra had fairy tale day, didn’t nap and came home exhausted – ragging me out for not sending her a pair of wings so she could be a fairy.  (But honey – I remembered to…

More Spice Than Sugar

Last week Brookie Boo turned two.  Two in all of its marvelousness.  I think at the strike of midnight July 7th some magical toddler fairy waved their magic wand and turned her into a terrible two year old – attitude and all: Me no likey Me no wannee Me do Nooooo!  Bookie’s! I am so…

You Are What You Eat

And apparently my girls are made out of chocolate. Sierra and Brooke will only drink chocolate milk.  I’ve tried white milk, water and a million different kinds of juices – but all they ever want is chocolate “milkies”.  Unfortunately they drink so much of it that they barely eat any food (or is refusing to…

Mommy – I Have To Pee!

Every once in a while, just turned 18 month old Brooke will do something that absolutely astonishes me.  Usually it’s something she’s picked up from watching others.  The other day, a car pulled up next to me in the parking lot as I was getting her out of the car.  As soon as she saw…

My Daughter Is Awesome

See this sweet awesome little girl:             Well guess what she did yesterday?  Give up yet? She kicked me out of the washroom so she could have some "privacy".  Curious, I stood outside of the bathroom door and listened.  Hey!  it’s not snooping – I just needed to make sure…

The Bathing Suit

I got an email last week from a friend: Well, I did it.  I bought a bathing suit.  My first one in, oh, 12 years!  Yikes.  Any one else feeling a little shy about wearing bathing suits in public? I kinda wish I was pregnant so I’d have a valid excuse for having a tummy. …

Sleep Deprivation Is A Torture Technique

To do without sleep is torture. Literally. The Spanish Inquisition and the Nazis used sleep deprivation to torment their victims. The British army employed it in Northern Ireland to elicit false confessions. Deprive a person of sleep, and they can suffer serious psychosis.  This, my dear friends, is why hubby and I are slowly going…

Baby Its Cold Outside!

Yikes! It’s a cold one!