Teaching Children To Be Honest

Aug 21, 2014 by

My four-year-old has learned how to do so many things, most of which I’m proud of. However, there is one new skill that I’m really not thrilled about, and that’s her lying. I know it’s a part of growing up and learning right from wrong. Luckily, I can typically work my “special mommy powers” to get the truth out of her. And by “special mommy powers,”  what I really mean is that I can outsmart her. For now at least. I have explained to her that lying will always get her into more trouble, with more consequences, than if she just comes clean from the get-go. I may, or may not, have also told her that I WILL ALWAYS FIND OUT THE TRUTH while using the “I mean business!” look on my face. We’re working on it. Honesty can be a pretty challenging concept to teach a preschooler.

6 Years

Aug 20, 2014 by

This month, my beautiful wife and I celebrate 6 years of marriage (and 15 years together!).  It is blowing my mind how much life we have lived in these past 6 years and how much things have changed.

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When family and friends gathered around us on that gorgeous midsummer night, they were witnessing the birth of a family.  The love, support, and celebration of that night, brought us here – to a family bursting with abundance.

These 6 years have been hard. Standing there on my wedding night, I was so naive about the struggles that would come.

Confession: I’m Bad at Prioritizing Date Nights

Jul 31, 2014 by

This is a bit embarrassing to admit. I can count on one hand, ONE HAND, the number of times my husband and I have gone out together (without our daughter) during the past 3 years.

Pre-kid we use to go on dates all the time. We loved going out to eat, especially considering we  live in a town that’s filled with incredible restaurants. We’d also watch movies on the couch, go out for hikes and even go for runs together every once in a while. But after our daughter was born, we kind of put our relationship on the back burner.

Our daughter was incredibly colicky for the first 6 months of her life. Like, so colicky that we almost went nuts (we also drank a lot of wine during that time period). I’m not sure we went out together at all during her first year. The times we have gone out (up until recently) we were fortunate enough to have family that could watch our daughter, but my family moved from Connecticut to Florida about 2 years ago and we lost our main babysitters.

My Many Insecurities

Jul 21, 2014 by

My own personal witching hour takes place each night during that long span between turning off the light and falling asleep. I’m not sure quite what it is about those last moments of the day – something about feeling utterly helpless just waiting around for sleep to come – but this is when the bad thoughts rise up and, at times, take over.

I’m not a good mom. I don’t do enough with her. She’s behind.  She’s not very social. She’s too chubby. It’s my fault. I should still be giving her breastmilk. I’m too selfish. I lose my patience so easily.  Poor baby that she has to have a crappy mom like me.

I’m not as pretty as I used to be. My face is falling. My boobs are falling. My body is disgusting. My belly jiggles. My butt is lumpy. My arms are wide. My legs are thick. I look old. I feel old.  Why can’t I just make a diet and stick to it?

The Terrible Threes? Not My Son! {Or so I thought}

Jul 9, 2014 by

I was warned.  My friends told me.  All the blogs and parenting websites contained endless articles on the subject:  The Terrible Threes.  Everyone said the “Terrible Twos” are nothing compared the “Terrible Threes”.  Well, not my sweet baby, I thought.  The gentle little boy who caresses my face and tells me “I love you Mommy, we’re best friends” will never go through “that” stage.  Sure, he has his moments; he gets cranky once in a while, but terrible?  Not my Jack.

Then he turned three.  And guess what?  It turns out my sweet, gentle boy does not in fact defy all odds.  Suddenly, my good boy was throwing his toys at me.  Demanding he wants milk: NOW.   Give Mommy a hug?  No way!  Take a bath without protest?  Impossible!  Hold my hand in the parking lot?  Never!

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I have applesauce on my fingers and you’re not cleaning it fast enough!

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