Four Hugs A Day…

Recently we took the kids to their first Charlotte Diamond concert. Bot slept through the entire show, but Whirlwind and I became addicted to this song… (Listen to it and then read what happened yesterday)   So… Whirlwind and I cannot quit singing this song….

Hey Kid, Your Parents Suck…

It’s been a while since I have complained about other parents on Mommy’s Weird.  Mostly, because I have grown up a bit since starting this blog. Shocking. Okay, you can quit laughing now. Want me to be a bit of a dick? You do? Whew….

Penis Talk….

On our way to the grocery store, Baby Bot was determined to get my attention. “Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma” “Yes, Baby Bot.”  I answered. ” Daddy has a penis.” “Uh huh.”  I replied. “It’s about this big.”  He said as he stretched his…

My Fault….

Today during lunch, Baby Bot was drinking his juice with a straw. After a big annoying slurp he looked at me and announced accusingly, “It is all gone. It is your fault.” What the what? Pardon me, kid. Are you taking lessons from your sister?

Beep, Beep, Beep…

I’m not sure if I tell you enough about Baby Bot, so here goes… He is the sweetest, kindest and most loving little boy on the planet. I just cannot get enough of him. Until a few days ago. We were at our local library…

Potty Training a Non Potty Training Trainee…

Baby Bot has no interest in being Potty Trained. Yes, I wrote Potty Trained in capitals because I believe it deserves the same sort of respect that Jesus does. This will be an almighty feat in our home.  I am aware that Baby Bot is only 2…

Stupid Disney Princesses…

Suppers at our home can be pretty hectic. The kids are climbing, running, choking, throwing and spilling. But there are a lot of very special moments, too. Lately, 2 year old Baby Bot has jumped into our new family tradition of asking everyone, “What was…

Toot vs. Fart…

Toot vs. Fart. The great debate, before we get to that…. DID YOU KNOW I WAS FLOWN TO LA TO MEET TYRA BANKS AND JILLIAN MICHAELS. READ ABOUT IT HERE   We say “toot” at our house, not “fart”. I know, I know. I am…