Gumdrop-Shaped Toilets And The Bum Dance

Actual conversation this morning:
Ginger: Mom, I have to use the bathroom.
GrumpyMomma: OK, sweetie, go ahead.
{a few moments pass}
G {appearing in doorway of bathroom with her pants around her ankles and toilet paper in one hand}:  Mom, I’m done!
GM {trying hard not to laugh}:  Are you sure you’re done?
G:  Yes!
GM:  Then why are you holding toilet [...]

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My Kid Crapped On The Carpet

I considered giving this post a subtler title but really, what’s the point?
Tonight my kids were doing their usual pre-bath routine of running around naked while I was running the water to get it warm.  Ginger gets in the bath and I call for Fred.  He toddles toward me, pointing at a toy on the ground [...]

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Nakedness Is Fun

About 6 years ago, before we were married, GrumpyDaddy and I traveled to Ireland to visit some of his family.  One of his cousins came over from England with her children to meet up with us during our visit.  One of her sons was about 3 and tended to rip his clothing off at all [...]

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Lessons From Vacation

So as you probably guessed from the paucity of posts lately, we’ve been on vacation.  The kids and I headed to my parents for a few weeks, with GrumpyDaddy joining us in the final week.  I’m tied up trying to settle back in at the moment, but I wanted to do a short post noting [...]

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You Know You’re A Parent When…

This morning I was drinking a large glass of water.  Ginger decided she wanted some and started taking sips in between shoving handfuls of Cheerios into her mouth.
When I attempted to reclaim my glass of water, I noticed a fair amount of Cheerios crumbles in the bottom of the cup.  Ginger’s backwash.
I drank the water [...]

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How To Stuff Your Child To The Gills

Any parent of a toddler knows the battle that can ensue at mealtime.  Sometimes your child doesn’t like what you are serving.  Sometimes your child simply refuses to eat, period, despite the fact that you are serving French fries, chocolate cake, and large dollop of candy-coated lard.
My darling Ginger likes to scare me by not eating [...]

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I Love You, Now Go Away

Here is one of the many ironies of parenthood: you love your children to pieces, but want nothing to do with them.
I exaggerate, but only slightly. In a nutshell, Ginger is now 3 years old and is full – FULL – of energy. We could do step aerobics all day long and she’d [...]

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My Refrigerator Is A Threat To Public Health

As I’ve posted on here many times before, I am completely inept in the kitchen. A couple examples here and here.
One of my many kitchen malfunctions is to buy food and forget that I have it. GrumpyDaddy occasionally audits the refrigerator, tossing out old food and wagging his finger at me for being [...]

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Learning To Write

Ginger is starting to write letters and someone close to her, who shall go unidentified for reasons you are about to understand, has been trying to teach her some letters. The letters this person has chosen to teach include E, a first initial of someone in the family, H for some unknown reason, and [...]

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Sleepless In Philadelphia

5:40 a.m.
That’s the time this morning that my darling Ginger got out of bed, went downstairs to look for me, and started crying when she realized that I wasn’t yet up and that she was all by her lonesome.
So she came back upstairs and stood outside my bedroom door crying. GrumpyDaddy was kind enough [...]

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