The kid has his own stylegram (I know, I’m out of control). Having a kid that dresses better than you really makes you re-evaluate your own style.
At any rate, he was recently re-posted by one of the numerous kids clothiers from which we shop.
You can follow our adventures in toddler style @wearitju on Instagram.
Getting checked out for boogs and a limp. Po’ child is all sorts of broken.
Ju, dragging me to the kitchen.
Me: Where are we going?
He took me to the fridge, pointed, and said, “Cheese!”
I blame his Tia Aya.
We like Lost Girl. I am caught up and he’s not. The conversation went something like.. Me: I’m not watching Lost Girl with you. It’s too sex-y. JC: Don’t be weird.
I swear, there won’t be a lot of ick talk. But if you can live past this one, you will certainly survive the rest of our conversations.
I’ve decided I can’t be trusted to draw every scene of our lives, so I’m media mixing now because I still believe that platonic co-parenting between/amongst friends needs more voices. And I’d kind of like to be loud about it.
Doc always asks why Ju cries his head off when she enters the room. I’ve told her, it’s because he knows the shots come whenever we finish seeing her. He hasn’t even had one since September. Hopefully he grows out of it, because I’m not switching pediatricians.
Ours is way too sweet and way too gorgeous. Plus her nurse practitioner looks like Zoie Palmer.
Me: What do you say?
Me: What’s the magic word?
Ju: Mayic word.
Me: Oh my God, Julian!
Ju: Myod, Juyen!
Define: irrational parenthood-induced fears.