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Why exactly did I sign up to do this for my daughter’s day care?

Apparently, my daughter prefers poop in her pants. Awesome.

It’s my mom, hands down. I’m lucky.

Yes, please. Because that allows me to eat while my 2-year-old is entertained.

This time, the iPod Touch has my daughter – and me – in trouble at daycare.

Two toddlers fighting over a toy is hilarious – until it’s your own kid.

For me, it’s the spa. For my 2-year-old, it’s time out. Yep, really.

They go away, if slowly and sporadically. Right?

I thought we were raising our kids to be open-minded. Who cares if a classmate is gay?

The evil ones are at the zoo, too.

My sister has switched alliances from Team Melissa to Team Cambria.

It is not the place for a germaphobe mom or a toddler too easily trampled by big kids.

Even this miscarriage.

One of the most special people in my life is my Nana. She’s not my Grandma. In fact, we’re not even related. My parents lived across the street from her and her husband before I was born. As a nurse… »

We realize we aren’t the first moms to complain about the goody bag phenomenon. I am sure we are not alone when we declare that, back in the good old days, WE did not force our moms to give away… »

Before I had you, life was very, very different.

After drowning in snow and ice and everything (not) nice AND being stuck indoors with our angelic children (ahem), here are a few thoughts about the last couple weeks: – We don’t care what you believe in – someone, somewhere… »

I left my sister alone with Cambria for five minutes. Apparently, five minutes is all she needed for a mustache, goatee, monocle and a tear drop tattoo. On a 1-year old. In pen. My sister, whom Cambria (and now the… »

I have joint custody of Cambria. Not with my husband, but with Miss Roxanne and Miss Barb, her childcare teachers. We drop Cambria off at 8 a.m. and pick her up at 4:30 p.m. Cambria goes to bed at 7:30… »

Yes, we are friends in real life.