All toddler kisses come with a lipstick ring of snot.
My mom used the fraise “they’re still a part of your skin”. For a while, your kid still feels like a part of your own body. After a point though, they really are rubbing snot on you and it is not alright.
This too shall pass. The reassuring thing about parenthood is that it will all change in a minute. Long days, short years.
It’s not life threatening, so I get to rest. Parent Survival.
Yucca and Jicama are both so much fun to say!
Obby about lost his mind googling weather or not I had poisoned everyone. I might have taken two years off of his life.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I googled EVERYTHING with a new baby. Nuclear families SUCK. There’s no one in the house to ask when it’s the first time that you’re doing the parenting thing. The up side is that there’s no one in the house to give unasked for advice.
It’s humbling when you realize Grownups have NO idea what they’re doing. Especially parents.
If it wasn’t for the matching neuroses, I would actually wonder if my independent little hell beasts were actually related to me. I’m quite proud of them.
Tracing a photo because I’m cleaning up kid vomit and baby diarrhea and thanking all the powers that Be that we still have electricity in the middle of this Portland Ice Storm. I’m fine during crisis. I save my break downs for 48 hours later.
