Tag Archives: Elmo

Proof That the Universe Does Look Out For Moms

Cee loves her pacifiers. Loves┬áthem. If our house were burning down and I had already passed out all over the kitchen floor from smoke inhalation because I was too busy eating all the Pop-Tarts to notice that I was also inhaling smoke along with those rectangles of perfection, my poor child, who – let’s be […]

Grover vs. Elmo: Gee, I Wonder Who’s Better?

I am all too aware that the amount of blogging I’m doing these days on Elmo-related topics is sad, so feel free to skip this one. Understand, however, that when you started reading my blog, you promised* to stick with me through good times and bad so abandoning me now is grounds for divorce. *I […]

Don’t Take This Personal, Elmo, but Would You Kindly Die?

Remember awhile back when I tried to speak with sagacity about Wee Cee’s lack of interest in Elmo? And remember how you seasoned parents kindly held your tongue in the comments and refrained from telling me, “Oh, you just wait, girly. Elmo fixation is a thing and it’s going to ruin your life just like […]

Disingenuous Elmo

Disingenuous Elmo is not the opening act of the opening act of the opening act of MGMT at Coachella. It is the theme to much of my first year of parenthood. One of the real neat things I do when I get thrown into a situation in which I have no idea what I’m doing […]