So… Baby J and I were waiting in the check-out line at the grocery (OK, for reals, we were peeking at a gossip site.) ( Ok, mostly it was me checking a bookmarked gossip site I skulk around at and J shaking his head kinda sadly at me.) But then
So, I unwrapped Baby J this morning. I thought he’d be glad to see me, but he was out the door in three seconds, yelling something about ‘going to a support group’ over his shoulder. He called me on his cell a couple hours later. When I picked him up
The holidays must be getting to him. He was fine one minute, and the next? Scorched earth nuclear event – kicking his feet, pounding his fists on the floor, and screaming at the top of his lungs. I put his tiny wooden butt in time-out and told him he could
(From the Nahm Police Beat Minutes) Got a ‘disturbing the peace’ call from the manger last night. Specifically, caller complained of “a chick in a Santa suit” sleeping in the crèche. I dunno – sounded kind of sexy to me. However, Mary and Joe were not amused. At first I
He spent a couple of hours jumping into this pile of leaves and giggling like a madman. It was all fun and games until a hungry Blue Jay swooped down and tried to make off with him. Thank goodness the tiny wooden lord does not taste like worms.