Posts tagged goose
Posts tagged goose
Me, the Goose, Mini Me, M…basically this should be on our family crest.
Great nighttime kids’ book: Calef Brown’s “Polka-bats and Octopus Slacks.”
If you spray your kid with the hose and laugh, she thinks it’s funny and soaks your ass.
I’m raising a good egg.
(She thought the shot glass was a measuring cup.)
We do this to The Goose like once a day, and many times it is when she’s having a thrombo.
My friend Brad Copeland (who wrote and directed the Coffee Town movie CollegeHumor is releasing this sumer), made a birthday video for Allison.
It stars his kids Oliver and Casper and it makes us laugh every time we watch it. Enjoy.
Okay, this is actually the funniest thing ever.
In all honesty, this is what having kids is like.
Thirteen three- to four-year-old-girls in a dance studio. It was a riot of pink tutus, crying, and squealing. Hello Kitty and glitter everywhere.
Fantastic and panic-inducing all at once. Thank goodness for the pizza and cupcakes afterward.
I went to work today with cherry lip gloss on. Not because I applied it, but because the Goose gave me a big kiss before nursery school and transferred it. (I think her lip gloss thang stems from her want of lollipops all.the.time. Cherry gloss is a good substitute.)
The sweetness of the gloss and of my kid’s general disposition almost made me forget that she peed in her bed last night at eleven and then in our bed afterward at 1:47 am. Both were unconscious accidents and I can’t yell because I refuse to have potty training anxiety be the subject of adult therapy sessions for my kid.
But how do I handle this? Do I go back to pull-ups? Wrap her bottom half in Saran Wrap?
I only have Lisa Frank pink nail polish on one pant leg. Success!
How Many Roses?
There were three.
I’m terrible during hair and makeup.
Bonnets on, bitches…it’s Easter.
My birthday was a good day overall, filled with cake (and cake and cake) and hugs. Oh…and:
I know it’s not cool to be all mushy, but I’m saying it…I love all the trappings of children. I genuinely enjoy that, sometimes, my house is a chaotic mix of dinosaurs and dollhouses; it doesn’t even bother me that I have to lean aaaaallllll the way over to see the TV past a pop-up pirate ship. I laugh at the random Dora potty seat that hangs out in the bathroom and I don’t even mind stepping on a mermaid or two while I shower. When I dig into my purse and find a T-Rex, I’m reminded that someone’s imagination has in it a place for me. At any moment, I can sit down and immerse myself in Goose’s world. I can become a pirate, a princess, a deep-sea explorer, or all three at once. We can dance to the dumbest music and it’s cool because…it just is. Today I think being a parent is the best.
But maybe that’s because I left the house before the whining began.