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Overheard // 1

While in line at a local store…

Mommy? Do I have diarrhea? MOMMY! I HAVE DIARRHEA! DO I HAVE DIARRHEA?! YES! YES I DO!

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While seated in a public restaurant:

I NEED TO GO POOPS! MOMMY! DADDY! POOPS! I NEED TO POOPS!

Plural. PoopS. Always. Apparently we do not poop in the Cart household. We poops.

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Anytime she is seated atop the porcelain throne:

Please have my own privacy, please.

I think a little poops coming out!

I’m ALL DONE! WIPE MY BUMMIES! I’M ALL DONE POOPING! MY BUMMIES IS DIRTY!

Again, bummieS. Plural. But used as a singular.

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My tummy’s broken.

It’s been a rocky week for the preschooler’s gastrointestinal system. And anyone within ear shot. But man, my heart breaks every time she tells me that her tummy’s broken.

We’re working on fixing it, baby. Promise.

Currently Gawking

Faux advertising? Faux vintage-style advertising? Faux vintage-style advertising about cows and coffee and storks and bacon and politics?

Yes, please!

These are aching for a space in the nursery. In my kitchen. In my office. Oh hell, just about any space I inhabit.

You can grab ’em on sale thanks to Fab here.

LINK: Anderson Design Group

Currently Reading

President Obama as Alien. Truth. The op-ed that is, not the prez as alien.

Whatever our president is, he is never allowed to be a garden-variety American who plays basketball and golf, has a remarkably old-fashioned family life and, in the manner we regularly recommend to our kids, got ahead by getting a good education.

This is exactly the kind of story that makes me so hopeful for my daughters’ generation. It’s nice to feel that hope sneak around every now and again.

On one occasion after an “I’m gay” announcement, I watched my husband reach out to ruffle our son’s hair. “I know, buddy,” my husband said to him. “And you’re awesome, too.” That’s how we’re handling it. We want him to know we hear him, and that he’s wonderful.

Currently Playing

Oh how I love me some Zefron and T Swift. And Ellen, obv.

Many thanks to Kimmy for the hat tip. We are never above pop culture.