I feel like this one where you can definitely tell this wasn’t designed for the Internet. Henry is not particularly ticklish. You can usually get him on his feet, but not really anywhere else except on occasion. Unless you count eating his belly. Dan and his facial hair can almost always eek out some baby […]
I think I’ll focus on Lucas here. The fact is, Lucas can be kind of a bully. Stealing toys out of his brother’s hands. Stealing the pacifier right out of Henry’s mouth. Screaming in jealousy the moment I pick up Henry for whatever reason. If he weren’t so cute, it probably wouldn’t be as funny […]
Toys. And babies. And their toys. This picture is actually pretty tame. They boys have only been playing for about 10 minutes. The worst comes at the end of the when all the toys have been strewn across the entire living room and Henry has been Godzilla to the train table (not pictured). There is […]
Well, we’re po’ (not to be confused with poor), so I rarely spend on just me. But I did just buy a round of coffee and a bottle of wine. I also splurged my time with a couple hours sitting by the pool with friends and enjoying an adult beverage. With no kids in sight. […]
Well, as you know, I only take the boys to the fanciest places. We frequently day trip to Targét, a French department store in the distant town of Summerville. And if we’re feeling really frisky for a road trip, we’ll venture out to Cane Bay to go to Püblix. Again, only the best things for my […]
Despite my love/obsession with baby shoes (I mean, really, they are so damn CUTE), the boys aren’t quite to wearing shoes yet. So I get pure, uncovered, begging-to-be-nibbled-on BABY TOES. Which are infinitely cuter than baby shoes.
“Does anyone have any corn syrup I could borrow? Apparently it’s a good stool softener for babies. Who knew?” Literally. I posted that in my neighborhood group when Lucas started having his, um, output problems. I talk way more about poop than I ever thought possible. And, to be clear, I already talked too much […]
Are they twins? Bless your heart. I don’t know how you do it! Both boys? Double the trouble! And my favorite, from the Comcast guy the other day: You have my deepest sym … uh, respect. Yeah. I had trouble with just one.
I’d have to give that to the time Lucas pooped in his hair. We’ve had many poop explosions, as you would expect when raising twins, but I think that one was by far the most memorable. I mean. Entirely up his back. Out of his shirt. Into his hair. That’s impressive.