It's 2.13 am. The house is silent. Silent that is, except for the angry wails and shouts exploding from my nine month old daughter's nursery. Baby girl is pissed. In fact I'm almost certain when I looked at the monitor screen I saw her give the camera The Ups (does anyone ever call it that… Continue reading In space no one can hear you scream. But four other people live in our house, so stop screaming.
Haircut day is the bane of my existence. The stuff nightmares are made of, that humiliating (and deafening) experience involving a wailing toddler sitting atop my knees, his head spinning from side to side Exorcist style, his hands swatting away the stylist’s clippers, his mouth a sticky mess of Mentos and clumped together blonde… Continue reading Toddler Haircuts, Necessary Evil?