An important part of this post is that I haven't thrown up since 1997, which explains a lot. The story of a dad's frantic texts to his wife during their toddler's barfing episode in the car has quickly gone viral, and honestly, the story has served as a form of psychological treatment for me. . . .
One of the most enjoyable things about being a relatively new parent (Jay's a Toddler now, but every day is a brand new, fun, albeit downright terrifying experience) is re-living the things I loved most as a child. I've taken water color painting to a whole new level, I've rekindled an old . . .
We went on a family trip to the Halloween Spirit store this past weekend, and my toddler immediately took a liking to the scary pop-up monsters that operate with a press of a button on the wall or the floor. He couldn't resist setting them off continuously, and the more sudden and louder the . . .
You’ll never stop needing her, and if you are one, you’ll always be depended on. I learned this a couple of weeks ago, when I called my mom sobbing, overwhelmed and missing her and finally crashing after being tough for several months, if not a couple years. When I became a mom is when I needed my . . .
A lot of my friends gave birth to their little ones right around the time that I had Jay, so I've been following all of the Instagrams, Facebook posts and Tweets of said friends as they document their toddlers' development. One post made me want to Facebook hug someone a couple of weeks ago, just . . .
With no relatives nearby, no real-life Babysitter's Club to call and two Daycare tours that destroyed a little bit of my soul, I put the posting "out there." Private Facebook messaging, college job boards, methods that generally required eager caregivers to come to moi. Days passed, there were a . . .