Nothing’s worse than redoing a home improvement project originally esembled by an anxious first-time parent.

Apparently, my husband thought the top shelf of our newborn’s closet—eight feet up—needed to hold a grande piano, you know, for the safety of the child.

Send spackle…

As we were getting ready to leave, our two-year-old insisted on applying sunscreen—despite our reminder that the sun was setting.

After applying the lotion, they proclaimed, “Alright. Now that I’m satisfied, we can go.” Her unexpected use of the word “satisfied” left us both amused and astonished.

Nothing fills me with more confidence than hearing the sound of a drill and then my husband saying “Oh! No wait a second!” to my toddler.

Potty Training Update:

Underwear is a source of conflict.

We have hence forgone it.