Dude. Let's do this later.

So My Little Guy seems to have inherited my delightful amoxicillian allergy. He's been on it before, but this time around (mild ear infection), he broke out in hives and splotchy red patches all over his body. I called the doctor who recommended Benadryl. I gave him some and it cleared right up....more

Summer Wrap-Up

So it's been about three months since I snarked it up around here. Part of that is just the general busy summer season, but part of it is that I still don't feel 100% myself and am learning to deal with and accept the new reality that my Yiya is gone. Yes, it's been a few months since she passed away, but this is some hard shit to handle and it's rough and it sucks and no, I'm not ok about it yet so you can just shut the hell up asshole. Uh, sorry....more

I Don't Care

My general life philosophy is that I don't particularly give a shit about what you do unless it affects me. That being said... I don't care if you breastfeed your baby.I don't care if you use formula your baby.I don't care if you pump, or combo feed.I don't care if you use cloth diapers.I don't care if you use disposables.I don't care if you baby wear.I don't care if you use a stroller.I don't care if you co-sleep.I don't care if your baby is in the crib as soon as he/she comes home....more

One Man's Trash...

Here in the CH we have a time honored, annual tradition that is near and dear to all our hearts. Garbage Amnesty Day. On this most glorious of days, you can throw away whatever the hell you want (except electronics since that law passed that they're not allowed in landfills anymore - you still gotta haul that giantass tube tv to that recycling center fool) without stickers or size restrictions....more

On Grief

My beloved Yiya passed away on April 25th. She went peacefully in her sleep in the middle of the night. She was 90 years old and until she suffered congestive heart failure in February had been in good health. She had a very rapid decline in her health making her death somewhat unexpected (she was 90, death at 90 can't be too unexpected). It's been a very surreal experience. We went to the funeral home and picked out prayer cards, a casket, flowers. We wrote her obituary. We had a wake. We had a funeral. We buried her....more

Thank You

Being a ruthless, snarky bitch I often have a hard time expressing appreciation, or really, anything nice. Being an introvert, when I do feel the need to express these things I find it much easier to do so through the written word rather than verbally.  ...more

The Official Snarky Momma Rules of the Park

With the recent appearance of spring here in Chicagoland (FINALLY), we have spent a lot of time exploring the local park scene. My Guys love parks - slides, swings, a merry go round, climbing and exploring. And Mommy loves the naps/early bedtimes that spending lots of a time at a park results in. What I do not love, is other people. I have complied what I consider, the Official Snarky Momma Rules of the Park. Follow these and we can all have fun and I won't have to give you the rage glare of doom from behind my sunglasses....more

Color Me Shocked

Dude. It doesn't happen often, but I was rendered speechless by the reply I got from the owner of that kiddie haircut place.  Speechless. Check this out, it's amazing. Good Afternoon Snarky Momma, First off, allow me apologize for the delay in response, my family has been recovering from a virus.  ...more

Adventures in Haircuts

Let's get back to normal around here. I have some feelings about a haircut experience yesterday. The girl who cuts my hair generously takes care of my guys too.  It's a lovely arrangement because she does a great job, and the salon she works at is right next to the Children's Museum so I usually make their appointment and then we go play afterward....more

On saying Goodbye

So fair warning that this is a emotional, sentimental, tear filled post about my grandmother and if you're not into that sort of thing and looking for my usual bitchiness you should stop reading now and come back here later. My grandma, or my Yiya as we call her, is dying....more