He paves a path through morning dew in search of apples. Little legs, though not as little as they use to be. Crows of sheep and points at goats, then waits to see if the cat's on the roof. Wanders back with upraised hands-- still little hands. Almost to big to carry home, but little enough … Continue reading A Little Walk
Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
Raising a three-year-old, and children in general I suspect, is a lot like having an unmedicated bi-polar disorder. One minute you're filled to the brim with warm, fuzzy love that would throw you in front of a semi-truck for the sake of this child. The next, you're the semi-truck out to coat your grill in … Continue reading Pee and the Best Bi-Polar Disorder
My cat is obsessed with killing a stuffed sheep a friend of mine gave my toddler. Not that the little boy cares if his fluffy sheep gets mauled by a zealous gray kitten, but I'm a little concerned for my friend.
Pretty sure that's a whole pound of poo he left in the shower. And there's an empty bottle of my expensive, velveteen bodywash, I thought I had put out of his reach. But nope, there's the stool to potty train him. That's how. And then there's all the bath toys wallowing in the pits of … Continue reading Poop