Today’s guest bloggers are Candy’s cats, Larry and Lucy, who are considered trailblazers among the feline community in the realm of kitty-blogging. Lucy and Larry enjoy sleeping in sinks, sleeping in boxes, sleeping on floors...
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I put our four-year-old daughter to bed every night. Miss Skye is a shameless Mommy’s Girl who requests — nay, DEMANDS — my daily bedtime services, namely giving her a piggyback ride up the TWO FLIGHTS to her bedroom (with...
No, Los Angeles, that was not a Santa Ana wind that just nearly knocked Nic Cage’s hair piece off. That was me. Exhaling. (My apologies, Nic.) The kids just returned to preschool after a two-and-a-half week summer break — and my...
Important life lessons that I will, no doubt, pass down to my daughter and son… 10. Medicine: 1) “If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way!” 2) If you don’t stop cracking your...
Once in a lifetime comes a parenting blog with photographs so touching, it makes your ovaries ache. This is not that blog. Mr. Candy and I agree that this picture captures 99% of parenting a preschooler: What’s included: One (1)...
I recently came across an article titled “You might be an L.A. Mom If” — and, being an L.A. mom myself, I clicked on it out of curiosity and the hope I would get a few chuckles out of it. It turned out to be more insulting...
Re-posting this from September 28, 2010 in honor of Teacher Appreciation Week… I walked to the front of the classroom and handed my homework, an essay about the horrors of babysitting, to Mr. Shirley. The writing assignment had been due...
You know how it’s commonplace to compare disasters to the Hindenburg? Well, I wanted to personally alert you to the newest, hottest metaphor in town — because after my family’s first-ever professional family photo shoot last...
There comes a moment in most every mom’s life when she thinks, You know what we could use around here? MORE PUKE AND POOP! This moment is usually preceded by Benadryl and wine. I’m pretty sure that’s how we’ve ended up...
Sung, of course, to the tune of “Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer”: Dora got run over by Mr. Candy. Dropped under his car by Miss Skye. We can say the watch just “got lost,” But as for Miss Skye, she don’t...