Injuries
No, I’m not talking recipes either.
I’m talking Monkey, as in my 2 year old. The climbing, running, hyper-never-stops-moving-has-to-be-kept-in-crib-by-a-crib-tent kind of Monkey.
Yesterday while I was cleaning house I heard a thud.Followed by a screamFollowed by a louder, much louder, blood curdling, bone chilling holycrapi’mreallyhurt kind of heart stopping scream.
I dropped the Dyson on the floor and [...]
“DAD, Mom broke her vagina!”
Imagine being greeted at the door with that.I’m blaming Jennifer. I read her post about being head-butted in the crotch by her son and having ‘broken girl junk‘, and now I have ‘broken girl junk’.
I am not graceful, but I’m not normally a klutz either. However, yesterday I walked into [...]
