“Kent Says There Are Fifty Ways To Win In Denver”

Silly me. Did I REALLY think that once George turned three he was going to magically be potty-bound for life? Um, yes, of course I did. I will pause here for a moment so you can enjoy a few snickers at my expense. It was a nice thought.  So far, we’re three for three.  I constructedContinue reading ““Kent Says There Are Fifty Ways To Win In Denver””

It’s Not Really A Party Unless You’re Defending Your Living Room Against The Chitauri

Today is full of hearts and love and happiness but it goes beyond the celebration of Valentine’s Day. Three years and a few weeks ago, I made a call to make February 14 George’s birth date.  I hated the idea, but didn’t have a lot of options.  C-sections are no joke and anyone within herContinue reading “It’s Not Really A Party Unless You’re Defending Your Living Room Against The Chitauri”

My MARVELous Universe

I feel like I live in an alternate Marvel reality these days. Depending on the mood of my three year-old George, a.k.a. Tony Stark, I’m at risk for being blown up by his repulser.  And he’s a VERY temperamental guy. Cooper likens himself to Captain America.  He’s got a thing for shields.  Also, he doesn’tContinue reading “My MARVELous Universe”

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