“The newborn made me do it” is a legit defense for 3am online shopping binges, right?
Who’s been training my toddler in MMA fighting, and can I get a refund?
This might be the stupidest reason my anxiety has gotten the better of me to date.
“Piece, Mama” says my two-year old as he hands me the gummy, hairy, disgusting stump that used to be…
The number of times he’d have shouted “That’s what she said…” this week would be dizzying.
My toddler is currently battling a case of “Stranger danger!” on steroids
Or, “The Pregnant Lady’s Nightmare”
Why are all these pregnant women glowing? It’s called Photoshop
