I was disappointed in this book. I was under the impression that this would be a collection of humorous stories about the difficulties of raising children. Unfortunately no matter how hard this book tries to be that it isn't. This book seemed more like a collection of blog entries about the author's obnoxious children that would keep her extended family up-to-date as to how her family is doing. Some stories had funny parts (like two of them were funny) but most just seemed like the author's venting. She complains about breast-feeding (which is understandable), PTA, absent parents, and other things I don't care to list. This book is just a collection of stories documenting her three girls' early childhood. Clearly she loves her children very much but frankly after the first couple stories I didn't want to hear any more about her children. You lost me when your child pooped in your hand.Overall this book is not a collection of humorous stories but more like a collection of memories of her children's early childhood. If you want to read about her sometimes rambunctious girls then this book is for you; if not, then this isn't for you.