Yesterday I did something that I've never done before--I bought baseball cleats.

The Cheese starts T-ball next week. We signed him up through our city's parks department. One hundred bucks gets you a spot on a team, a team T-shirt, and a trophy at the end of the season. I made sure to turn in his paperwork early. Last year I found out the hard way that you have to think ahead about these things. I tried to sign him up a month after… Read More

We've bought a house!

A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that we were in the process of looking for a new home. Not only did we find one, but we found one at a great price! I love finding a bargain, and house hunting is no exception.

We are so excited about the idea of living in a house again, especially because we are gaining almost 1,000 square feet. The boys, who have been sharing a bedroom, will each have their… Read More

Disclaimer: This post is filled with potty talk. Beware of lots of mommy talk about pee-pee and poopy.

Not to jinx anything, but it has been several days since the Monkey's has had a potty-training accident. And yesterday, he even went to school with big boy pants and came home dry.

Potty training...it's finally happening!

I think I've finally figured out the trick--simply put him in underwear every day, all day. When I potty trained the Cheese, I made the mistake of putting him in… Read More

At the end of the Cheese's parent/teacher conference at school today, the teacher asked me if I had any questions.

"Do you notice him getting overly emotional ever?"

Lately we've been having trouble with the Cheese crying at the drop of a hat. If he doesn't get his way or you do something like tell him, "Just a minute" he will instantly burst into tears. Not something that you normally expect from a 6-year-old.

His teacher told me yes; he had issues with… Read More

I am in the throes of potty training. I can safely say that potty training is my least favorite party of motherhood. I'm simply not very good at it.

I will put my 3-year-old in big boy pants at the beginning of the day with the instructions, "Okay. If you feel like you need to go pee-pee what do you do?"

"I go to the big boy potty."

And then we go off about our morning, eating Cheerios and sippy coffee out… Read More

I can't help but think about what I was doing six years ago today.

It was the day after I had given birth. I had spent a restless night trying to sleep off the morphine and other drugs I had been given before my surprise c-section. Guess it was a good thing that I was knocked out cold, because I was unaware of the complications with my new baby.

It was while he was in the nursery, being cleaned off and checked… Read More