I’ve uttered that statement to Courtney a couple of times and I’m hating myself for it. I haven’t said it in a few weeks. But I’m still hating myself for saying that. The question should be, “What is wrong with me?”  It wasn’t in a oh-you’re-not-feeling-well kind of way but more in a there’s-clearly-something-wrong-with-you-or-you-wouldn’t-have-done-exactly-what-I-told-you-not-to-do kind [...]

When we first moved into our new house, Courtney was a little wary of the bathtub. More like petrified. The drain in the tub didn’t have a cover. Well, it did but it wasn’t working and Paul would have to put a washcloth in the drain to keep the water in. Eventually I got around [...]

Courtney’s mastery of the English language is, well, masterful. I mean, she’s a few months shy of 3 and she’s clearly brilliant and moving along at the 7th grade level. She’s way smarter than your almost-3-year-old, obviously. She will also beat up your kid on the playground as well as steal their toys and eat [...]