That banana muffin batter and an apple wedge may be so wrong as lunch for a two year old, but she will be as happy as a pig in you-know-what and it will keep her busy for 20 minutes. (Never mind having to change her clothes, and wash her hands, face and hair.)
Every now and then, an angel comes around, and makes life so much easier. (Thanks, Erin!)
Anyone who can successfully get just one eye drop in the eye of a three year old should receive an obscenely large cash prize.
That many people who are fine with DOMA, racial profiling and indefinte war are outraged and disgusted by this image.
It's okay to choose sleep over blogging.
That if I substituted "crack" for "blogging" and paired it with the word problem, I'd have been jailed, institutionalized or the focus of several interventions (not necessarily in that order).
That parents who regularly manage to cook two dinners, one for the kids and one fab meal for themselves, are either insane, enviably organized or culinary geniuses.
That having a two year old and a three year old, simultaneously, as wonderful as they are, and as much as I love them, might very well be my undoing.
That stressing over something won't make it go away. (I "learn" this daily, but might be able to put it into practice when I'm 83).
Even pain radiating from my thumb, up my arm, to my traps, at almost midnight will not get me off the computer.
(No, that is not my hand.)
The hours I work as a dance teacher may keep my own kids out of dance class, and other activities. (Advice, please!)