I'm so proud of my little ones. The oldest is daytime potty trained, and the youngest is expanding vocabulary and consistently communicating needs verbally or through asl.

The greatest and worst development with my toddler is renewed interest in the tap-a-tune piano. Now, at bedtime, it's like a horror movie. Ting ting ting ting... ting ting... I am waiting for lil dood to do it and just whisper "Heellpp" and make me piss my pants.

I played Defying Gravity for my little, and he started crying. I'm like, wow, I didn't expect that. Played it in my headphones and started crying, and all I could think, this is definitely my kid.

Am I the only one who felt embarrassed that Zelenskyy had to go through that?

Finally watched Wicked. I cried multiple times. How are other people not crying every time?

Someone found the diplo toilet and decorated it with ketchup. It is both terrifying and hilarious. I think it should be called "The camode ode to taco bell" but it's still being workshopped.

I miss when people only got the news from a paper or the tv, and the only reason you watched the tv was to know if school was closed or the daily weather. There was a satisfaction to ripping the articles later or using it for crafts.

Watched "A Real Bug's Life" today, that jumping spider was a cutie. I'd still scream if I saw it in real life, though.

Trying to interact with children with the same energy Ms. Rachel has is tough. I have to hand it to anyone who can do that on a daily basis because it is so hard for me to happily say what is happening or what I'm doing.

Am I the only one crying when I listen to pink pony club?