May 24th, 2012 by Matt | 2 Comments
This morning started out as a normal morning. I went into Sasha’s room at about 7:20 to get her up, and she told me she wanted to get dressed. No, not that dress, she said, the flower one—the one that’s probably too light for today’s wet weather. Whatever. I helped her into clean undies and [...]
May 23rd, 2012 by Matt | 13 Comments
Not a fun morning. Fifteen minutes after Jean left to take Sasha to school, she returned. Sasha, it appears, had been grabbing her butt and complaining it hurt too much to walk. Again. FUCKING AGAIN. This is becoming an all-too-regular occurrence in our lives: Sasha’s butt hurts, which means she needs to poop, but the [...]
August 29th, 2011 by Matt | 4 Comments
It was not much more than a week ago that I lamented Sasha’s slow toilet training, enumerating the many, many places she has managed to pee (e.g., on her bike seat, on a cafe chair) while marveling at the sole instance of her actually pissing in a toilet in front of me. Well, much has [...]
August 18th, 2011 by Matt | 1 Comment
In her diaper. Through her diaper. Through the infinitesimal crack between her diaper and her thigh. In her bed. On the couch. In her undies. In her undies and her shorts. On a chair at the Van Leeuwen ice cream cafe. (Afterwards: “I didn’t pee on your face, Daddy!”) On her bike seat. On the [...]
