Category Archives: Monkey Boy

I am freak about how beds are made. I know this about myself. I believe in hospital corners and crisp sheets. It would actually make me happy if all my sheets were ironed, but I don’t take the time. Charlie … Continue reading →

Since this week was Valentine’s Day, there’s been quite a bit of talk about hearts and flowers. Earlier this week, Monkey Boy began to ask some questions about this thing called love. Him: When were you in love with Daddy? … Continue reading →

Happy Valentine’s Day from Monkey Boy! Nothing says love like plastic robot bags filled with sugar.

Poor Monkey Boy. He had his tonsils and adenoids out this week. He’s miserable. As it turns out, the reason they promote the ice cream and popsicles part of this event is the rest of it totally sucks. There is … Continue reading →

Happy New Year! It’s the Year of the Dragon. Apparently, that happened yesterday. I have been brought up to date on these current events by Monkey Boy. He was informed by “Banana Cake.” Or at least that’s what he told … Continue reading →

Monkey Boy spent the weekend with his grandparents. According to his report, he ate nothing but chocolate and “the white horse was shy.” I have no idea what that means. Of course, I never fully understand any report he gives … Continue reading →

We went to our friend’s annual Christmas party last night. Santa was there again. These people are way cool to arrange this visit every year. Monkey Boy hasn’t had the greatest experiences with the jolly old elf. While getting ready, … Continue reading →

I’m a nerd. I love learning. I’ve been learning a lot the past couple of days. I’m super excited about it. You’ll probably have to hear about it later. While I’ve been here, life goes on at home. Monkey Boy … Continue reading →

From time to time, KloutPerks sends me stuff. I am full of awesome, you see, and obviously they want me to tell you how awesome their sponsors’ stuff is, then you’ll buy it. It’s brilliant. Who wouldn’t want to be … Continue reading →

I don’t know how yet, but I’m going to blame this on Baby Daddy or at least on the Y chromosome. When I dropped Monkey Boy off at school this morning, his teacher asked me to step into another room … Continue reading →