When I came home with my other babies, I had help and lots of hands to hold the baby. This time, because of COVID, I was on my own with 3 tiny humans.
Leggings, you’re my fave with your forgiving stretchiness and funky patterns. I’ll probably never wear pants with buttons again.
Who decided on sizes for toddler socks? Are they evil? Do they want us to suffer? Because the sizes make zero sense and moms need things to make sense.
We’ve gone so far in the other direction that our children are going to grow up naïve and soft.
Dear daughter, don’t worry. Your private bath suite arrives when your brother leaves for college. And it should be pristine, always, as you’ll be its only user.
I thought we were clear of the Elf on the Shelf, but my friends fell victim. Even my husbands wants to bring “the magic” into our home. NOPE.
In that sense, it’s a noble endeavor, and makes all the crap somewhat worthwhile.
The toddler craft will creep into your home and eventually take over every room. If you judge me for throwing 1/2 of it away, how about I send it to you?