There are often posts on the Boards selling things. I’m always surprised at what people actually sell because we all know that once a kid gets his or her mitts on anything, it’s basically covered in spit, vomit, milk and anything else they got their grubby little hands on. I always like to find out […]

It’s hard to even believe these posts are real. From the Glover Park Mom’s Board: I have a unique and somewhat urgent request : we were scheduled to have our anatomy/gender sonogram today but due to the weather our obgyn practice was closed and our gender reveal party is set for Saturday. They operate on […]

A good friend, Buttercup, and I often share messages from the Mommy-Message-Boards which make us laugh. We then realized this morning: Wait, why aren’t we sharing this with the world? She then wisely followed up with: Because we’re in a public business and we don’t want people to think we’re assholes. Buttercup is right, but […]

The Little Pirate has this weird habit of carrying all her things with her from room to room. When she shows up in the middle of the night and wants to get in bed with us and we’re too tired to argue, she inevitably gets out of bed after we let her in, just to […]

I’m not even going to bother lamenting about the fact that it’s been almost three months since an update. Excuses are for losers. The Little Pirate really got down with Christmas this year. She’s all about that Santy-Clause character as she calls him. In fact, she’s still talking about him. Because Cool Dad and I […]

I’ve had this post in the hopper for a few months and then a debate on a friend’s Facebook wall led me back here to dust this off and hit publish. In a nutshell, there was significant commenting about how one person is a certified safety expert or something and they have “scientific proof” that […]

It was only a matter of time. I went to pick up the Little Pirate from daycare today and her teacher said, “Can I talk to you?” She pulled me aside and said that the Pirate got in trouble today for saying a bad word. My brain reeled. All I could think was, “Fuck! The […]