diaper bag

"Hey, where'd you put my diaper bag?"

Hubs froze where he was standing in the kitchen, then stared at me. "I left it at the gym!" he exclaimed.

"And now it's closed," I said. "Oh well, I guess we'll just have to pick it up tomorrow." I heaved a big sigh. "You're lucky my wallet and my iPod weren't in there," I said. "Sometimes they are."

One thing I've never understood is why pediatricians want babies off the bottle at 12 months.

I'm usually a rule follower. Just try to convince me it's OK to give a child just a bit more in that medicine dropper than the 4 ml dose I was instructed to dispense and you will see immediate concern in my face. 4 ml means 4 ml. Not 4.5 ml.

My mom and I are collaborating on a yard sale later this month.

I have given away arm loads of outgrown baby rompers, tiny shoes, and board books, but I’m hoping to making a little cash from some of our larger items.

I met Colleen, aka Classy Mommy, at Camp Baby earlier this month. As women are wont to do, we were talking about our kids and somehow the topic shifted to boobs. Always the boobs with moms!

He started out as a Purple Bear.

Then he was a Green Turtle.

Now he's a Yellow Duckie.

These are the names of the nursery school rooms Honey Bear has progressed through since he started at 5 or 6 months old.

Now, the Yellow Duckie Room is a huge deal. Well, for P and I it is a huge deal. This room is for "older babies."

With Miss A now potty trained except for Pull Ups at night (cue the choir of angels singing over a gleaming potty in a meadow of daisies), and my black and multicolor striped purse slash glorified diaper bag with the cute black beaded fringe going on its fifth summer, I have been engaged in the Cute Summer Purse Hunt of 2008.

With Miss A now potty trained except for Pull Ups at night (cue the choir of angels singing over a gleaming potty in a meadow of daisies), and my black and multicolor striped purse slash glorified diaper bag with the cute black beaded fringe going on its fifth summer, I have been engaged in the Cute Summer Purse Hunt of 2008.

A number of readers have been visiting my Baby Unregistry lately to peruse the list of gifts that I decided I didn't want to receive back when I was pregnant with Bruiser. Well now, the kid's a little older and I have a whole new unregistry list to hand out to grandparents, aunts, uncles and general well-wishers. Please. Resist the urge to buy the following products (except for the Harley diaper bag. It's sort of cool):