I hate bubbles

Jul 13, 2015 by

Go ahead, call me the Grinch who stole summer.  I’m yelling it loud and proud: I HATE BUBBLES!!*  I see your side-eye.  I get it, bubbles are a staple of hot weather, a symbol of childhood.  And kids freaking love them.  I just don’t understand it.  That and fireworks.  And sandboxes.  And pet hamsters.  Ew.


Seriously. (Source)

I remember the first time I ever had the idea to do bubbles with my girl.  I was wheeling her around CVS sometime in the spring, waiting for probably her 12th pink eye prescription of the year.  We came to the booby trap evil trick outdoor toy section and happened upon a display of bubbles.  Stars appeared in my eyes, and I pictured my baby with a huge grin on her face, frolicking after bubbles in our yard, her hair bouncing and shining in the sun.  Like a typical first-time mom, I practically bought them out; we arrived home with a big bottle and a box of six small bottles of bubbles.

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Parenting an uncharted path

Jul 3, 2015 by

As parents, we all have checklists running in the backs of our minds pretty much all the time. Usually in the form of questions. Did everyone remember to pack their lunch? Did I turn the stove off? Are the Girl Scout forms all filled out? Who did I forget to call back? What day am I supposed to bring cupcakes in to school? (Please, please let it not be today.) Did I turn the stove off?

As the parent of a transgender child, that checklist is constantly growing in new and surprising ways. Questions I never would have had in my Life Before the Big Reveal. All the usual questions are still there. Kids are kids, no matter their gender or orientation. But they’ve been joined with:

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“Mama, I’m a girl”

Jun 19, 2015 by

When I look back at my parenting life, I don’t see pivotal moments standing out as the sea change of our lives. Sure, every once in a while life changes in the blink of an eye and you don’t see it coming. But more often, for every pivotal moment we have experienced, there have been months and years of signs leading up to that moment. These signs give us clues to the road ahead so that by the time that pivotal moment comes, even though it might still be an emotional kick to the gut and we don’t feel fully prepared, we have had some guidance leading us to the right decision to make.

As a parent, I have learned to trust my instincts, because they are fueled by those clues. Those clues carry us forward to a moment that, in the end, will be but a flash of time propelling us forward to those next months and years that will inform our split-second reaction at the next pivot in our path.

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5 Things That Suck About Parenting #Unfiltered

Jun 1, 2015 by

Alright, alright, I’m starting this post with the requisite I absolutely love being a parent and wouldn’t change that for anything. That is totally true – I love my girl more than anything in the world and would do anything for her. BUT – there are still some aspects of parenting that make me want to scream at the top of my fucking lungs. And we like to keep it real here.

Let’s get started shall we?! This list is in no particular order.

1. Baths. OMFG people I hate that I have to bathe or shower this kid. I hate it. Most days I hope that the fact that there’s bubble bath in the water means that she’ll get clean. If she dunks under once or twice we’re good. I also hate that I then have to clean the bath tub. No thank you.

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Sometimes it IS that bad.

May 27, 2015 by

I am sitting on my front steps with my head in my hands taking deep breaths, trying to stop shaking.  My neighbor drives by and says, “Is it really that bad?”  I throw up my hands, “Yes!”



I had originally planned on writing about something sweet and kind, something about my lovely children, something about the joys of motherhood.  And then this L O N G Memorial Day weekend happened and I just don’t have it in me. 


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For this unofficial start of the summer weekend, we had a ton of fun, kid-oriented activities planned.  The weather was fabulous.  It should have been a picture perfect family weekend.  And there were wonderful moments (that you know I captured for Facebook world) but there were also hours (and hours) of cranky, whiney, misbehaving, clingy, bored kids.  I can’t tell you how many times I lost it with my older son.  I never knew I had it in me to yell like I did.  Then, of course, the guilt overwhelms me and I hug him and apologize.  Then he does something naughty again and I lose it again.  This cycle played out for three very long days.

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