NB2.0 just turned 16-months-old, and the most exciting development right now (besides getting in three canines simultaneously and drooling like a bloodhound) is that she’s learning more words! Sometimes learning a new word is something she practices for about a week and then one morning she’s got it. Other times, she’ll pull a Word Ninja on us and parrot a… Read More
Awhile ago I expressed via Facebook my dissatisfaction with our baby gate arrangement at the Noob house. Both Noob Daddy and I didn’t want to deal with babyproofing the whole house (Second Child Syndrome), so we agreed to leave our combined kitchen/family room as the demilitarization zone (free territory), and instead, install baby gates at other high value checkpoints throughout… Read More
Lately, I’ve been wondering if I have some sort of mommy bipolar disorder thing going on. Do you ever feel this way… Like one day I’m June Cleaver Super Mommy on a mission to bake bread, crochet diapers and homeschool all the children on my block. And then, as if someone’s flipped the Jekyll switch, I’m a total Mommy drop… Read More
I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of superstitious. And I’m pretty sure there’s a superstition that says you’re not supposed to go bragging about how great things are going with your 5-month-old. Because that means my amazing baby, who is sleeping through the night, is suddenly going to cease all amazing activity and wake up every hour from… Read More
I just finished reading a book called The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman. I’m a little hesitant to announce this because it clearly reeks of cheese. I’m not a big fan of “relationship” books, self-help or anything that screams “FIX ME! WEEPY GIRL AHEAD! MAXIPADS!” Ok, that was a little bit of an overblown stereotype. But seriously, if it… Read More
According to Noob Baby’s teacher there are three kinds of first-day preschoolers: The one who marches into class with a grin and a whistle and not one look back (aka Adios Mother Effer). The one who rips the window treatments off the walls and cries enough to break levies (aka The Hurricane). The one who marches into class with a… Read More