We are a happy family -- thank God for that! But I'm not always snapping pictures, we're not always smiling and you can be darn sure that I'm not sharing our ugly moments on social media. Until now
My adorable baby girl, barely broaching the world of full sentences, just taught me something I will never forget. She simply mirrored my own actions, and I did not like what I saw.
What would make you renounce your homosexuality? An all-expenses-paid Caribbean cruise? A sleek new Jaguar? A million dollars? For one gay Chicago baseball fan, it was tickets to a Cubs game.
Bathe your child in paraben-free, SLS-free, soap-free liquid cleanser-like substance. Not too hot. Or cold. The water should be a little like baby bear's porridge.
I have a wedding anniversary coming up, the one where people say couples begin to "itch." I haven't had that feeling, but if the word itch was replaced by annoyed, then I would quickly agree that yes, the old adage is true.
When you publish a blog post on The Huffington Post's Comedy section, you assume people will get the obvious: It's meant to be funny, just like a fire truck hurtling down the street is a sign that, well, there's a fire somewhere, right?
f one brother has already finished his bath and left the water in the tub, another brother will get in and wash anyway. And while we're on the subject, I'll admit that their daddy and I only have time for showers every two or three days.
Just because you luxuriated in your potty training genius with one kid doesn't mean the next kid will be an equal boost to your ego.
I've long since given up the notion that children are magical, spirited snowflakes, or that I have to maintain the illusion I have any idea what I'm doing as a parent.
If you have submitted your resume dozens of times, and never seem to hear back, some of the tips below may help you to understand why
We were untamed, raw and daring. We used words like f*ck and sh*t proudly and loudly at stupid boys and into thin air. We didn't worry about what others thought about us, because we were happy with who we are.
During my weekly visits to Walmart, I've come to the conclusion that my household has a lot in common with our go-to store.
I have found that "#$@%, I was close to putting the kids out on the street with nothing but a bag of Oreos this morning," weeds out the women who can't stomach cursing or hyperbole. (This also weeds out moms who will judge your breakfast food choices.)
There are days when I wish there was a return/exchange lane for my children. Sort of like Costco's no-questions-asked return policy.
Musical Potty Chairs: Give a group of diaperless toddlers juice boxes and purple Powerade to chug, then place plastic potty chairs in a row. Blast Katy Perry songs.
Not long ago, the local Super Fresh Market began providing discounts on Tuesdays to a particular class of shoppers. You know who I mean. It is that class of shoppers commonly referred to by a particular word that I strongly dislike and in fact eschew.