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Cole Train of Thought: 04.11
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The People vs. Tills. I was reading the blog the other day. Going back pretty far and I started to feel badly that I haven't included more pictures of Tills. At first I thought this might be a case of the 2nd child syndrome (. I don't actually have a baby book for her. . .), but upon further inspection, I determined this is really all her fault. This is a kid who hates the camera. And it's really not my lack of trying to take pictures. . . But these sure are a good time. . I rest my case. Tell me walkin...
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Cole Train of Thought: 11.11
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When's the last time you gave an enema? For me it was last week. My first enema. This is what it's come to. This is what my failure of an attempt at potty training has led us to. I'm so bad at teaching Cole to use the potty, that I had to give him an enema. And you'd better believe I'm going to tell you about it. These are pickled beets. Don't worry.it'll make sense later. A visit with the doctor ASAP. And our doctor is the worst, remember? And he prescribed an enema. That was Cole's problem. Not...So he...
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Cole Train of Thought: 10.12
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The Tills doesn't have to steal, but she does anyway. Remember the time I took Cole to the Disney Store, and he stole a stuffed Bambi? This story is sort of like that, except not at all, because my daughter doesn't have to resort to stealing. She just intimidates me until I cave. The Tills and I were out shopping at the mall during the couple of weeks I needed to keep her home from school after her tonsillitis. Anyway, we went to a mall that I don't go to often. I parked right near the Disney Store.
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Cole Train of Thought: 10.13
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The Very Last Time. He turned, and looked out the window, his deep blue eyes reflecting the light like stars. One hand across his mouth, as if to be holding in the very thing he needed so desperately to let go. . .the other wrapped around his body and hugged his opposite arm. Held in a self-embrace like this for awhile. Trying to console himself. Trying to ease the pain. But nothing could. Not now. Maybe not ever. Like his. He understood now. Things would be different. Why are they always so dirty? I was...
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Cole Train of Thought: Kindergarten Makes Me Throw Up In My Mouth A Little
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Kindergarten Makes Me Throw Up In My Mouth A Little. Oh, you guys. It's been forever. All of the excuses or just move on? Let's just move on. The point is that you love to hear when I'm struggling, and trust me. . .I'm struggling. Although I hope we don't dance to "You Are The Sunshine Of My Life" because that's what me and my dad danced to and it was super cheesy back then and I have to believe my son will have better taste than that. . . But I'm struggling because I don't. You know what I mean, right?
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Cole Train of Thought: The Real Weekends of Curious George
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The Real Weekends of Curious George. Cole was student of the week this past week. That's a pretty big deal. It means pictures of the family on the bulletin board in the classroom, special show-and-tells, reading his favorite book in class, eating his favorite food, wearing his favorite clothes. It meant that I somehow had to manage preparing more to get him out the door each day this week. But come on. It's for my kid, right? Was apparently a big deal. I panicked. I hadn't thought about the weekend&#...
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Cole Train of Thought: 04.12
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From the purgatory of potty training. So, we've really had a hell of a winter. Don't get me wrong. We were healthy (mostly). Happy (mostly). But in terms of two little tiny people living in a little tiny universe. . .we had big changes. Bill went back to work full time. They went to daycare full time. Till's officially entered her terrible-two's. Cole is still terrible in his four's. We still live with my parents. That's still as terrible as you remember me telling you it is. Cole ended up in the hospita...
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Cole Train of Thought: 03.12
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Where I remind you that we're not dead, and show you some grainy pictures. Wow you guys. November? Okay, the Reader's Digest version. . .here goes. I work full time. Bill works full time. We commute at least an hour each way (he does about 2). It's a relatively recent change. It's been a tough change. We don't have a routine down yet. And it makes me fussy. And finally close the door and say goodnight. Oh, and while I'm at it, I'd better find Cole's undies now, too. They're in daycare full time. They...
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Cole Train of Thought: 01.13
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Eating lunch in the morning and other real life stories of the unruly three year old. The Tills turned three last week. I had to go back to read what I had to say about Cole when he turned three. I wasn't very nice about it. I apparently really, really. Didn't like year three. I'm not going to be nice about the Tills and her year three now, either. But at least I'll be honest. With Tills, it's different. She is just as nasty. All of the rules are her rules. The terms? She's not listening to anyone. I'm l...
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Cole Train of Thought: 02.13
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Where I Say Penis 40 Times on the Morning Commute. This is a true story. The only reason I'm telling you is because Bill said I had to. I was whining to him that I was terrible mother, feeling sorry for myself and sorry for my children that luck drew them this cruel card. He laughed his a$ off and told me I had to write this down for you. Because it's real life. This is the story of the morning I said the word penis 40 times parked in the car, on the side of the road, in front of a bus stop. Enjoy. I'm a...
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