momma drama

I had to leave work early today after receiving a phone call from my daughter's daycare. It seems she'd had an accident. No one was hurt, unless you count the damaged psyches of the poor souls who were left to clean up the mess. And what a mess it was...

My daughter is now 18 months old--that's a year-and-a-half. It's like some sort of toddler purgatory: She's no longer a baby, but she's still not a "big girl."

My daughter will be 18 months old in a few weeks; it's hard to believe she's almost a year-and-a-half old. She's gone from a timid little baby to a full-on wild child, and keeping up with her is a full-time job.

It's 2 AM, and I'm up with my daughter. AGAIN. I'm tired; she's fussy. I want to give in to the exhaustion and frustration, but then--an epiphany. This moment is only bad if I want it to be.

I just checked out the National Weather Service's list of hurricane names for this year, and guess what? D is for Dolly.

I'm kind of strange when it comes to my kid. I want to save everything, because I want to remember every moment. I've been successful in resisting the urge so far; I don't want to end up on an episode of Hoarders. Anyway, something important happened for my little one this weekend, and I just had to keep a memento of the milestone. Am I crazy?

My sister posted this Carter's commercial to my Facebook wall. I thought it would be something cute, but I watched the video and things GOT REAL.

My daughter recently turned one. She's talking; she's walking; she's all over the place. Every day is something new for us, and Dolly surprised me with something super-sweet this weekend!

There are many fun activities you and your one-year-old can share, but watching football is not one of them. LESSON LEARNED.

Birdie attempts the #maraschinostep #babydance from megisnotreal The Maraschino Step is the latest viral dance craze. I watched the original video last night, and as any awesome parent would do, I immediately recorded a tribute video with my baby...