Archive for July, 2010

Rock Out With Your Keyboard Out

posted by on 07/29/2010

Every morning early afternoon, I bathe Troy because he is a heavy wetter and usually pees out of his diaper. I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact he is almost 3 and probably shouldn’t be in diapers, but he has zero interest in the potty. I am not about forcing anything on anyone, as I really don’t want him to grow up with a complex. You know, like he will hate the toilet and have nightmares about his mean, devil mother that made him sit on his potty ring in exchange for gummy snacks and suckers and he will only be able to pee outside off the porch or on dumpsters. I had a dream the other night that Troy was a grown man and like three inches taller than me, but I packed diapers in his backpack along with a laptop before he drove away.

I’m not sure if that is better than peeing on dumpsters or worse. Probably a tie.

After he has a fresh diaper, he’s ready to jam. He does this every single time he takes a bath.


Because playing your sister’s pink keyboard just sounds better while wearing your dad’s motorcycle helmet.

pink keyboard

Now if I could just get Troy to do this while riding a unicycle, I might be onto something.


Running For Cover AKA I Will Probably End Up Pushing A Cabbage Patch In A Stroller

posted by on 07/14/2010

Back in the day when Zoe was four, we made the decision to adopt. We let Zoe pick out the baby and she chose wisely.

Zoe and Roger

He goes by Roger, Roger is like the Asian baby I never had, no offense to Troy.

I should rephrase that in case Troy can all of a sudden read: Roger is the most Asian looking baby I ever had. Momma loves you, Troy.

Now that Zoe is almost ten and way more into her DS than Cabbage Patch kids, Roger rarely makes an appearance around these parts. I was secretly glad when Troy found Roger on Zoe’s shelf and instantly took a liking to him. He picked out an outfit for Roger, insisting that Roger also wear a cloth diaper and has been sleeping with him at night.

It also makes me wonder if perhaps it is time. Time for another. Like an actual real live baby, not one that you can just sit on a shelf in a closet.

No matter what is decided, my two babies will always be enough. More than enough.

Roger, Z & T

And Roger too.