When my husband and I were footloose and fancy-free, we took a belated honeymoon to Italy. It was several years after we were married, but no less sweet because of its delay, and we embraced …

It seems that we took matters into our own hands a little too late.
The bun, who is really far less bun-like and more boy-like these days but closely resembles the gravity-defying high-flying squirrel monkey, is …

Not quite epic, but close.
I actually tried to reason with the bun this morning by showing him his father’s keys, a picture of keys, and asking where mine were. He just took dad’s keys and …

The signs of desperation include, but are not limited to, feeding the bun cheesecake for dinner to which he turns up his nose.

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Went to Vegas for a wedding with the tot. Now he’s running around the house with a pair of my panties on his head.
Coincidence? You be the judge.

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I think that the human characters Luis and Maria from Sesame Street have been cryogenically preserved. It is otherwise impossible that they still live on Sesame Street.

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It’s been a month since we’ve been plumping the bun. We stick him on the scale every day and wish another ounce on him. We chase him around with buttered bread, milk with half and …

Have we inadvertently introduced a foot fetish to our child?

As predicted, moving with a bun is less than optimal, although I haven’t decided to trade him in yet. Unfortunately, I also have the worst case of laryngitis I’ve ever had (not even a squeak …

You don’t imagine that you’re going to be the parent who will improvise your kid’s lunch out of half a hamburger bun and some almond butter. But once you spread the butter on the lesser …

Yesterday my husband was changing the bun when he said, “It was just about a year ago exactly that we were standing here and I asked your Mom a very important question.”
I racked my brain. …

“There will never be another time when he’ll be so easy to amuse,” said my husband as the Fed Ex envelope full of property titles fell off my head for the umpteenth time, the bun …

Sometimes the most important events go by unheralded. After waging battle with sleeplessness for a year, when it finally resolved itself, apparently I was so ecstatic (and sleeping) that I forgot to write about it.
I …

It took the better part of the morning to get pants on the bun.

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