Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sleeping In

When you consider 7:30 am "sleeping in" and are oh so thankful for it!

Friday, November 13, 2009


When you reheat the same cup of tea at least 3 or 4 times before taking a sip, ahhh, naptime....

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Your packing materials include baby blankets and stuffed animals. Hey at least our china will be cozy during it's time away from us.

Friday, October 9, 2009


You're nodding off to bedtime stories and it's not even 8 o'clock.
I'm not the only sleepy one these days though,
Q nodding off at dinner

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Wash Cloth

When the giraffe puppet washcloth serves as your ad hawk loofah.

Friday, July 24, 2009


When you have had such a full summer's day with your little ones, you go to bed, and realize you still have your sunglasses on your head. They make a pretty good headband after all.

Monday, July 20, 2009


It's apparent you are One Hip Parent when...
you have fine fashion accessories like a broken slinky:
Q insisted I put it on the other morning. And then I realized how much it reminded me of third grade, and all those jelly and friendship bracelets I used to wear. So, I wore it happily, for about 2 minutes, and then I started getting pawed at too much, and it was a little tight...

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Band Aids are sporting a really cool spider man band aid on your wound (which I have to note is due to those kids who always seem to be under foot, ack!). Though sometimes there is no actual wound...;)

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


You know you deserve the "Queen of Diapering Award"
for the night when you can change your baby while nursing,
in the dark!
"Thank you! Thank you!" you call to the crowd as you proudly circle the track waving your (clean) cloth diaper above your grinning face...
*And no, all you neigh sayers, she didn't even wake up soaked! ;)

Monday, May 25, 2009


This is my GPS Navigation System:
I know, it's pretty fancy all right!
Q updates it regularly when we get in the car lately. It comes with very handy auditory directions like: "take a left, go on the freeway, turn right, etc." and I've been told to drive at about "30 miles per hour!" (so fast! ;)). Don't you wish you had one of these?

Monday, May 11, 2009


...the volume control on the kids, really wish it existed.
I have this strategy of turning up the music in the car if I just can't take the whining, screaming etc. and usually it helps after a minute or so. Sad, I know, go ahead think I'm an awful parent, I know, I know. Anyhow, after turning down the music the other day Q piped up again with a really whinny voice and I went to turn the volume down on him, as in I reached for the knob, and then realized bummer I can't turn that noise down, ha!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Wizkid find yourself cracking up at that cute little bare butt as the little guy is peeing away in the backyard. Or, side by side with his Papa, even though the bathroom is just inside...boys! (kinda wish I could do that though)

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Thursday, April 16, 2009


You find a big blob of playdough stuck to the bottom of your shoe, or in this case, Papa's. Bummer for him, he actually has to go to work in the morning...

Monday, April 13, 2009

Robot CPR

When you start to do CPR on a toy robot after your preschooler throws it across the room at the playgym (thanks Anna O for noticing ;)). I blame this on my recent CPR class: for updated info on CPR go here.
(which by the way was where I was when I left the kids at home, with their Papa last week, while I was off listening to kids music in the car.


Your hair smells like "cowabunga conconut" because apparently "adult shampoo" didn't make it on the grocery list.

Friday, April 10, 2009


It's apparent you're a parent when you find goldfish remnants in all sorts of places, your purse, your grocery bag, your playroom couch cushions, everywhere really.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Car Music

It's apparent you're a parent when you get into the car and don't even notice it's Raffi (or Rymer, or King, or the mix tape kids music cd) playing until you are halfway to where you were going, on your own, with the kids at home with their Papa.