I am Burgh Baby's Mom, your illustrious tour guide for this little exhibition. If Burgh Baby's Mom is too big of a mouthful for you, feel free to call me BBM, Burgh, or even Silly Billy Burgh. I am a 30-something working Mom just doing the best I can to survive days full of Toddler wrangling and work.
Most often I can be found attempting to wrangle one fiesty Toddler named Alexis. She's bossy. She's smart. She's funny. She's cute. I'm screwed. But aren't all parents? I figure the best way to make it out alive is to laugh and laugh often. Some would say I have a magical ability to find the funny in anything. Really, it's all about persective. I figure parenthood is nothing but a series of premonitions and paybacks. One day you're making a critical mistake, and you know very well that you're going to be fighting to regain control of the universe for months because of it. Other times, you realize that your Mom wasn't exaggerating when she said you would be getting your due some day. When the Toddler is having a particularily Two sort of day, I just remind myself that she'll get hers eventually. In the meantime, I'll have a written account of her misadventures for use in my various blackmail initiatives.
There are, of course, others who don't think I'm funny. And by "others," I mean Mr. Husband. Mr. Husband doesn't always get the joke, but then again, that's probably because half of the jokes are on him. That's what he gets for sticking with me since we were trapped in the land of cold and ice, North Dakota. When we first had the pleasure of meeting, he was in the Air Force and I was in high school. He's been known to say the only good thing to come out of North Dakota was me. That's why he gets to stay. Well, that, and because he does all the laundry.
Also along for the ride is a small menegarie of prisoners. Right now there are only two dogs, two cats, and a whole bunch of fish, but I fully expect that Mr. Husband will soon begin using the Toddler as an excuse to bring home every kind of critter under the sun. In the past, he's brought home a hedgehog, guinea pigs, hamsters, iguanas, and chameleons. Then I instituted the two-for-one rule. If he wants to bring in one animal, two need to die. Since a rather smelly English Bulldog is one of the current residents, it's going to take a heck of a lot more than a few deaths for this jail to open it's doors to any critters.
It's Pittsburgh: Toddler Style.
