The Wiggles

If you’re not sure if your kid is too young to go to a Wigggles concert I have two words for you: do it!

I hummed and hawed about taking K, but my darling husband bought us tickets and I’m so glad he did! K loved it! I wasn’t sure how he would do with the people, the dark, the loud, the late- but let’s face it. They’ve been around for twenty years. They know what they’re doing. It wasn’t too dark. It was just loud enough. It left enough time for a good pre show dinner. And while people did start to leave about ten minutes before the end of the show, K was not ready for it to end!

They came into the audience at points, which was great, and even read out (or sang out really) all of the posters people brought. And they are talented!! They’re voices and dancing- seriously, I have an enormous amount of respect for them as performers now. The best thing they did was hire Emma- every little girl was dressed up as her, and watching her dance was great!

K watched politely on my lap the first few songs, but once I encouraged him to dance he was non stop! I could have died listening to him belt out twinkle twinkle little star. And watching him try to do Emma’s bow dance- OMG he couldn’t quite get his hands above his head and it was adorable. I definitely see a few more Wiggles concerts in our future. Too much fun.

On the a scale of 1-10 of how well I have my life together at the moment, I’m at drinking wine out of a tea cup.

The best part about pumpkin spiced shit: getting my kid to eat a vegetable for breakfast AND making it seem like a treat.

Flower delivery just because <3

Flower delivery just because <3

When you’re packing for a move and are more concerned about your books bending than your breakables breaking.

I’m pretty sure I used to be able to poop in peace… But it’s been so long I can’t remember.

My husband’s response when I told him that we were having a “potty training party” for our 3yo today

When my 1 year old wants me to spell words with him but I just want to dance to the Frozen soundtrack…

For two days I’m been freaking that K is saying “holy fuck.” Turns out he’s been saying “hairy frog.” Relief. Thank goodness I’m not fucking up *that* bad.


Hey kids, as we approach Halloween I just wanted you guys to be careful and say DON’T FUCK WITH SPIRITS. Don’t mess with Ouija Boards, don’t talk to no dead people, don’t fuck with demons, don’t summon shit, don’t dick around in abandoned buildings. If you are considering a thing, just think, “would a white person in a horror movie do this thing?” If the answer is yes, then don’t do the thing.