Spoon

This morning, I woke up to my son snuggling into me. I moved around and, despite my best efforts, roused him from a dream. He looked up at me and he smiled. It was early, the sun not yet commanding the sky, and I told him to go back to sleep. "Can I be your little cub?" he ...

I DO know how to toilet train my son!

It only took one year of trying! Exactly one year ago, I published this post entitled "I do not know how to toilet train my son." I swear that I wrote a follow-up post to the original, but I cannot seem to find it. I did, however, write a more recent post involving my son and the toilet, but ...

That dang ol’ Y Chromosome.

I kid. A little. (*Note, if you know me, you will know that I am the last person to make gender stereotypes or, frankly, to make any judgements about a person's behavior or character based on things such as sex, gender or any other personal feature. So I am not actually being sexist here I promise.) But, alas, ...