Turns out, unprotected sex really does make a baby. I’m pretty sure I sluffed school when my teachers explained that chapter. Oh wait, Utah removed that chapter entirely, explaining why I had no idea this could happen. Brian and I accidentally procreated again, making 66.33 percent of our young unplanned — wanted, but unplanned.
Here I...
I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, although I think I’ve hit my swear and bad-deeds allotment, so I could get struck down at any moment. Most parents don’t like the idea of planning for death (notice I wrote “most”). They’re haunted by the question of whom to leave the kids with should both parents meet an untimely death.
Instead of...
I like sex as much as the next person. If you have a couple of kids bopping around, you’ve obviously also enjoyed some time in the sack as well — except my parents. They’ve had four children via immaculate conception. Amazed no news outlets have tracked them down for a story ...
Never have I felt more of a prude then when I read “Fifty...
Critics of mommy bloggers say we pat ourselves on the back for performing a basic biological task.
Mother Nature programmed many animals to eat their young, so I believe kudos are in order for each day my children survive without bite marks.
It’s a tough job. The lucky ones limp away with gray hair, maybe an eye twitch, paranoia...
I didn’t grow up in a naked family.
You know what I mean, everybody just strolls around with their stuff hanging out, wobbling about as if we’re back in the Garden of Eden, pre-apple. Um, need I remind you of Genesis: Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and...
