Sex. Yup, I said it. SEX. What is it? Well, we obviously know the clinical answer, as most of us have children. We know how it’s done, the ins and the outs (no pun intended), but what about sex with a toddler in tow? Does such a thing exist? In my case, no. It’s not …
As most of you know, both of my babies . Sequel more so than Piggle, but they were both over-achievers. Piggle was born at 35 weeks. The doctors told me it was due to an incompetent cervix, but if you’ve ever seen the boy’s head, you’d know that it was actually my vagina going into self-preservation mode! …
Ah, pregnancy cravings. The bane of my (and my scale’s) existence. Of course, I can’t be one of those lucky women who craves only the healthiest of healthy foods. Instead, I find myself drooling over birthday cakes and deep-fried anything. Hell, I’d probably eat a sock if it was covered in enough grease. Sure, it …
When I made the decision to spend with Piggle, I was a bit scared. Without , I am about as creative as a rubber chicken. How was I going to come up with fun date ideas that both myself and a rambunctious toddler would enjoy?! I didn’t want to spend a ton of money, but …
Well, after a four-day panic attack, the miserable Bitch has reared her fugly head. While it was a sigh of relief because, as I’ve mentioned before, another toddler is not welcome here, it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Here I am, PMSing and craving the most coronary-clogging foods, and grocery day isn’t until …
Okay, maybe ‘Death By Cheerio’ is slightly dramatic, but seriously, those bastards stick. to. everything! They’re also probably ninjas because they find their way into your couch cushions, DVD player, socks, and butt crack before you’ve even brought them home from the store. They seem harmless, but they’re more than likely cereal spies. They’re crafty! If …
If you were to come over today, not only would you be hit by an avalanche of toys and knick-knacks, you’d probably walk away with some pretty severe lacerations. Piggle is walking around with razors on the ends of his fingers. In other words? I haven’t cut his nails in awhile. There is nothing on …
Piggle’s first words were “what’s that?”, inflection and all. For months, his thirst for knowledge has been insatiable. It should have come as no surprise to me, then, that he’d one day discover the ‘Bees’….or is it the ‘Birds’? I’ve both never understood the difference between the two, nor the correlation of the different species…perhaps …
Hey friends, Happy Summer to You!! I’m glad to be back with Part One of my Summer Blog Series! I figured, what better way to get this party… Hello, friends! 💚 Well, I can’t believe it’s over! Last Thursday, May 2, I officially graduated from college. My degree is in Glob… Hello friends, and Happy …
I can complain until I am blue in the face about tantrums sucking the big one and the Terrible Two’s being the biggest pain in my ass, but when it comes to Piggle being sick, there is no age I’d rather him be. I don’t know how he does it, but even with pneumonia, he’s …
