I may just have to WebMD myself… and I hate to do that. I really do. That site is guaranteed to turn even the toughest I-refuse-to-go-to-the-doctor-because-I-bike-all-day-and-drink-protein-shakes-every-meal manly man into a raving hypochondriac.
I can diagnose myself with the most atrocious diseases based on symptoms like the ones my entire family is having today:
Meta – Sorry about the confusion with new comments. I set things up so that the first time you make a comment, I have to approve it. That should keep the spammers out since I will never approve them and regular commenters will only have to be moderated once.
Mumps – If, like me, you laugh out loud when you read The Daily Mumps, you may just feel an inward chuckle with my mad photo-captioning skills over at Parenting.com today.
The Daniel, he is a mastermind. Sometimes his genius frightens me. I design my blog. I rejoice. I change the wrong semicolon in the code. I weep. Daniel whips out his little black box (he calls it a “command” “prompt”) and VOILA! A new home for Daring Young Mom.
He has spent hours and hours of Continue reading
Sam Jackson may be fighting Snakes on a Plane but I’m fighting my own battle down here on planet earth. Continue reading
Children hear what you say and understand more than you know. And it’s not just words. They soak up the smiles, the disappointment, the tone, the indifference, the excitement. They are surrounded by your attitude and it becomes a part of who they are.
Yesterday was a bad day. It was a terrible horrible no good very bad day. When I’m having a bad day, Continue reading
