After my little sister ruined my date, I had to get even.

I gave my sister's doll a haircut and faced peanut butter and jelly consequences that evening!

My son's Wal-Mart tantrum was so bad, they had to call the police! And of course my mother-in-law abandoned me in the middle of the ordeal.

My son's tantrum drew the attention of everyone in the mall just in time for them to see him yank off my top.

It was a wintry Friday night in December, and I was a fairly new stay at home mom. My husband came in from work, and asked if we would like to run downtown, and eat dinner out. Never one to turn down a meal, especially if I didn't have to prepare it, I was buckled up in the car in a flash, not realizing the embarrassing public incident I was about to endure.

Suddenly my son was fascinated with death. In the beginning of the week, he constantly asked me questions about death. Why do people die? What happens when they are buried? What causes them to die? Are people buried so the worms have something to eat? 

When my son locked me in the bathroom, I kind of laughed, thinking I could just ask Jadan to come open (unlock) the door. Jadan thought otherwise.  He was going to take full advantage of any opportunities he could find and utilize anything I had not permitted him access to before.

My sister and her kids live a few hours away from us. One summer, we asked my niece to come visit for a week. She was eight. Had I known I would get stuck talking to her about the birds and the bees, I would have never asked if she could come visit.

How do you fight what you can't see? Trying to get a ha-wu out of the room is not an easy thing! Or is it?

We were at Disney World and I was locked out of my room at 4am, in my nightgown, with nothing but my daughter, her stroller, and a medicine dropper.

I realized after my husband (now ex husband) bailed during the first 24 hours at home (rushing into my room at 12 am having gone through 4 large dry cans of ISOMIL and 48 diapers strewn from the kitchen, up the stairs, in the bathroom, laundry room then to living room) that I didn't have a CLUE!

Well it's that most wonderful time of the year! The purchase of this year's swimsuit. My self and my young shopper (three year old son) headed off. Oh the choices......bikinis, thongs, tanks...or my usual favorite the skirted, where does a girl begin.

No matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures that we call our children, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.

I had just finished explaining to my husband that I had started my period and I didn't feel like it. My son insisted on knowing why I didn't want to go swimming with him, as this was always a favorite time for them, hanging in the pool together.