My husband is sitting in the kitchen watching tv with our toddler. They're watching 'Arrested Development.'

Yes, yes! A thousand times, YES. This is not to belittle mental illness in any way, but more maternal support could go A LONG WAY in helping to grow happy, healthy families. The U.S. quite simply sucks at this, full stop. Via Pregnant Chicken (which I would link if tumblr made it easier to do so, but they don't, so scamper off and google it because it's awesome).

Between a toddler on nap strike, preparing for Christmas, working, being marginally I'll for the past two-months, and this cold weather, I feel like I'm going to lose it. I need more money and fewer y-chromosomes in my life. And a vacation. I could really use a vacation. Alone.

Our nanny brought me Starbucks as a Christmas treat as its her last day before going home for the holidays. What am I going to do when she graduates grad school in May?

Pro Tip

This festive season, don’t bother with toys, just get your toddler an assortment of salad spinners.

Today In Toddler Delusions

E thinks he can turn the lights on and off in the apartment across the courtyard from us. With his electronic thermometer.

There is anger in this piece, and it is righteous and lucid. Me likey.

This didn't go in the direction I expected it to. Serious food for thought.

The underlying assumption that I, and millions of other women, have made some kind of adorable lifestyle choice means that no one else need consider the needs of the children who result.

Eating sushi with a toddler is not an activity that should be undertaken by anyone who can't handle a mess.

I'll never understand why my husband thinks meatballs are acceptable dinner, but hamburgers are not.

Tonight as I was watching E pick at his dinner it occurred to me that his straw cup *really* looks like a Dalek. So I decided it was time to expand his repertoire of “what does the cow/piggy/sheep” say by adding “What does the Dalek say?” “EX-TER-MIN-ATE!” He did surprisingly well.

Sometimes I really wish I'd stop listening to my husband.

First time ever at dropoff daycare not going so well.

My son is having a MAJOR Andre Leon Talley moment modeling his stroller blanket, and it is *everything*.

Sitting at a country diner next to three men discussing milk supply. 98% sure they're talking about cows and not their wives.

Last evening at the playground I told one of my mom friends (who had actually met our nanny before meeting me) about the thing at toddler class the other day, and she said, "Well to be fair, when I first met you I thought you and your nanny were a couple."