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Straight-talk advice on marriage, parenting, work and the everyday crossroads of life. From a longtime wife, mom, and marketing VP who’s been there. Welcome.
Oh, that’s just my butt singing. The 4 y.o caught in the act of farting.
So the Chilean miners are like an episode of Lost. Except that they’re waaaay underground. And speaking spanish. The 11 y.o.
There’s no electricity in my closet! The 4 y.o (who needs a new light bulb)
It’s much better to read our comments on mommy’s blog than actually saying them. The 8 y.o
The Mom to the 4 y.o: What do you want to be when you grow up? The 4 y.o.: A sloth.
The 8 y.o (listing foods she doesn’t like): I don’t like onions. Or garlic. The 11 y.o: But garlic keeps away vampires. Dad uses garlic in everything he cooks. The…
The Dad to the 4 y.o.: What are you doing with that ruler, C? The 4 y.o.: I’m gonna do some ruling.
Daddy, the things in my room scare me. What other beds do you have? The 4 y.o at bedtime.
The Dad (calling for the 4 yo): Yoo Hoo!!! Where are you? The 4 y.o (from inside the closet): I’m not here. The Dad (calling): WHERE…. are….. you? The 4…
I think I’m going to breed Nintendo dogs when I grow up. The 8 y.o.
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