Category Archives: Monkey Boy

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 →

I forgot it was picture day at Monkey Boy’s school. I partly blame Baby Daddy because he forgot too. I let the kid dress himself. He chose a t-shirt that reads, “Boys will be Boys.” It has a popsicle stain … Continue reading →

When a baby is born the mother in particular enters into a new larger relationship with the world. She has become connected to all people. She is part of keeping us on earth, not the “us” comprised of individuals but … Continue reading →

Monkey Boy had a serious case of nerves before the talent show started. I promised cars, ice cream and any other bribe I could think of, which I had no intention of ever making good on. I believe as a … Continue reading →

After my initial freak out over the talent show at Monkey Boy’s summer program, I rallied. I convinced two otherwise seemingly intelligent moms to let me produce an act with our sons. During the practice at my house, the other … Continue reading →

Dear Baby Daddy, I’m gonna need you to come home. I realize that you are out of town because you’re working. Your jobs pays the mortgage, buys food, clothes, blah blah blah. I am not cut out to be a … Continue reading →

For the past four years, instead of birthday gifts for Monkey Boy, we’ve asked friends and family to bring items to donate to local charities. It sounds very generous on our part. It’s really not. I honestly don’t want more … Continue reading →

Happy Gotcha Day Monkey Boy!  So glad we gotcha. Cake for breakfast!

The week Monkey Boy was born, a sweet man, who was beloved in our community, passed away. Monkey Boy turned 5 this week. Every year around this time, I think about him. His name was Rollie. There are any number … Continue reading →