The Potty: Is He Ready?
It’s a rite of passage, progressing onto using the potty. The hard part is determining the ideal time to take the leap into the abyss. Me? I’m in no hurry. To clarify, I am potty t...
P.S.
For all of you out there who were jealous of my two pound weight loss in two days, read on. You will be happy to know that for some God forsaken reason I GAINED BACK 0.4 today even though I stuck to...
I’m HUNGRY!!!
Well, I finally turned myself in to the Duchess of Pork, aka Weight Watchers. I’ve only been talking about doing this for six years. Actually I think it’s only been five and a half, wh...
Bye Bye Baby?
Until he turned a year old, Sam only used his pacifier in the crib. It was a Godsend, miraculously calming him down. And, even better, statistics show that using a pacifier dramatically decreases ...
A Trip to the Library
Yesterday Sammacky and I went to the library looking for intellectual stimulation. I was thrilled to discover a Curious George book we had never read. (I had never even seen “Curious Georg...
Our Own Little Bob Dole
“Sam trying to run away,” Sam announced as he did just that, taking off so I couldn’t change his oh-so-stinky diaper. He’s been doing this for months — hightailing it f...
Sam’s Mom
The whole “y/ie” controversy aside (see previous post), people know me these days as Sam’s Mom. That’s my name just about everywhere I go — to the park, the Y, the li...
Libby with a "Y"
I’ve gone by “Libby” for my entire life, all 40 years and eight months of it. No one EVER misspelled it, not even once, until I moved to Richmond seven years ago. Then – PO...- 40 of 40
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