Daring Young Mom

Join me at the Parenting Post today where I ponder the question, “Why do these delightful young people have such a fascination with all things gross and disgusting?” [read more]

Today Magoo marked his territory in the baked goods isle of The Family Grocer. It’s much “grosser” now than it was before.
He stood next to me as I perused the canning supplies and suddenly let out a huge, “OH. NO!”
I looked down to see a yellow puddle growing below him. Apparently he [...]

The sanity is not.
We’re doing it. We’re saying goodbye to diapers and hello to stench and stains and public restrooms and plastic bags in my purse waiting to be filled with little peed-in Lightning McQueen special pants.
Magoo’s been ready but lazy for a while.
I’ve been not ready AND lazy for a while.
But [...]

“Something happened to Magoo on his third birthday. As he collapsed into an exhausted coma on my lap after a fun-filled day at Disneyland and slept sweetly through the singing and the candles and the cake, some crazy switch of three-ish mischief flipped on in his head. He woke up a new man and he [...]

Last week I found myself having the following conversation with Magoo:
Me: NO. We don’t put meat in our pockets!
Magoo: Oh. Hmm. We don’t put meat at our pock-ets?
Me: NO. Meat only goes in our mouths or on our plates.
Magoo [still holding the lunch meat an inch from his [...]

On Tuesday I was heading for serious sickness but I was conflicted because I had serious tickets to see Mamma Mia! with a few of my SeattleMomBlogs peeps and I felt I MUST GO. So I did. I packed my huge mom purse full of tissues and headed out with Eve driving my [...]

I think I just ran a red light. I was driving along in the stupor of a death-inducing chest cold and when I looked in my rearview mirror I noticed a red light behind me. Maybe it was green my direction but I honestly don’t remember looking at it.
Then I pulled into the [...]

Do you enjoy playing “Find the Urine,” the raucous game where you find yourself walking around the house with your nose sticking out, sniffing to find out where the puddle is?
For my complete checklist, visit Parenting.com.

As someone who has been known to vomit when faced with the sound of my husband blowing his nose and who swears they know what phlegm smells like and is sickened by the scent of it especially when it’s coming from my own body, I don’t know what possessed me to take my naturopath’s advice [...]

… but I just did it again!
Can I get an empathetic cringe across the interwebs?