I Am Pavlov’s Dog

(And my three-year-old is Pavlov.) So, it’s no secret that three-year-olds are a whiny lot.  I would actually argue (based on my vast experience) that the threes are whinier than the twos, and I firmly believe that the fours are whinier than the threes.  I’ve had one other three-year-old before this, so clearly, I am(…)


Greetings, gentle readers!  Not a whole lot specific going on at Casa de Stopster this week, so I thought I’d just throw together a random assortment of small stuff.  Hopefully something terribly dramatic will happen in the next few days, and I’ll have more interesting fodder for my next post. –Maddie spent her first week(…)