The Perils of Being Freakishly Strong

I’m either freakishly strong or very unlucky.  After returning home recently from errands, I reached for the rear car door handle to get C out of his carseat.  I pulled in the typical fashion, with what I thought was normal, appropriate force. Continue Reading…

Ugh.

I think I’m in for a bad day.

C woke up at 10:30, 1, 3, 3:30, 4, 4:15, 4:30…  At 5:20, he decided that he was awake for the day.  At 5:30, he had a huge blowout and got poop everywhere.

Oy. Continue Reading…