Bwahaha, a simple, BPA-free way to turn a canning jar into a sippy cup! I can't tell if this is real, or the flatout-awesomest Portlandia parody product campaign ever. Someone please spend the $7.99+shipping to find out, then let...

Ex.9c. Bald midget-rubbing compulsion sets in. This is actually quite common. (Psst, Your Majesty -- entre nous -- they prefer, "little people.")

My daughter is a brilliant artist. She should be on the Next Great Artist show for the amount of quality pieces she cranks out. She can sit for hours uninterrupted and cut and paste an amazing masterpiece. I LOVE it. As an art teacher who taught littl...

I was minding my own business on the couch. I was laying down, enjoying a little down time after a very active day. My eyes were closed because I just couldn't take the adventures of the Octonaughts anymore. Seriously, I am starting to despise that ...

Two more days. Yes, two more days of the Big Work Thing. Thank god...any more would surely kill me. (Yeah, so, totally sorry about the lack of anything remotely interesting but, well, as I tell my kids, you get what you get and you don't get upset.)

I wrote about the creative ailments that Segundo has suffered through and his story telling prowess but in the last couple of days he has come up with a whole new schtick that raises the bar of three-year old comedy. … Continue reading →

I’ve heard it said that daughters are “easier” than sons. Quite a few times actually, and now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anybody tell me it the other way around, at least not with any real believability. I’m not sure what part about raising ...

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As the little man has aged, our bed time routines have become, for lack of a better word, routine. Sure he's still got us wrapped around his finger, but now we anticipate the extra trip to the potty, the extra glass of water and put a cap on the number...