My Poop in a Box

Okay, so not exactly MY poop. It was the little man’s poop. But in an effort to pay homage to Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg, I stayed true to the phrasing. We thought we were done. He’d finally mastered the art of using the toilet. Wiping, no, but...
I Won’t Raise a Man Cold

I Won’t Raise a Man Cold

When the little man was about six months old, we began our first experience with sleep training. He quickly learned to soothe himself and all was good.Until he got a cold.I have heard from a few moms, “Everything’s fine until they get a cold.” This...