Everyone told me not to do it. Nosy old ladies in the grocery store, seasoned moms at playgrounds, in laws, well meaning friends. They all knew what would happen, and warned me. I didn’t listen, and I did it anyway. I blinked and now there are no more babies in my household. No more nursing,… Read More Jacks Birthday Reflections
I am reaching the stage of parenting where I have to really show my kid the “ropes.” At almost 6, she is starting to do a lot of “big kid” things. Like tying her shoes, reading, and riding a bike. And, unlike crawling, walking, and other more instinctual human activities, most of these things are… Read More How Do I Know If I’m Doing This Right?
When I was growing up (for the record, I cannot believe I’m old enough to begin a sentence with those words!!), we didn’t have cell phones. Not, like, kids didn’t have them. Nobody had them, as they had not yet been invented. The best chance of tracking down doctors, or spouses kept on short leashes,… Read More Tuning out
The following is a guest post from Laura Stott. Laura is a wife, mom to a seven-year-old and four-year-old, and a high school history teacher on the shoreline, where she also grew up. She loves being near the beach and the woods, and having deep roots, though she wishes all of her family were closer.… Read More I Hate Anxiety
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Mama, I need to poop.”
My first thought was literally, “Oh crap.”… Read More That Must Have Been a Huge Dog. Maybe it was a Dinosaur.
The Hamilton soundtrack has been in heavy rotation in our house for several months now, partly in preparation for a planned Broadway adventure on Lili’s upcoming birthday – but mostly because it’s awesome. Lili digs the varied genres of music incorporated into the score, I enjoy the history and creative wordplay. Two songs have felt… Read More Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
Helicopter parents are a readily identifiable species: Omnipresent, hovering, constantly scanning the area for dangers (both real and imagined) that might warrant swooping in to rescue their beloved child(ren). Many people know at least a few who fit that description, and some of us will recognize ourselves therein. Although I do not know if there… Read More I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent
Every morning, I wake up in bed with 3 guys, a girl, one turtle and several rabbits. Far from a sordid arrangement, the reality is closer to a cramped and sometimes stinky circus that includes me, my husband, our toddler and dogs, along with a few of my son’s current favorite stuffed animals. We never planned… Read More Strange Bedfellows
So, this parenting thing. It’s a learning process for sure. For her and for me. I have to step up the teaching. And not take it personally when she points out my missteps. Because I’ll continue to make them.… Read More All the Mom Fails
Four years ago today, a tiny baby boy with an incongruously long name made me a mommy. … Read More You’ve come a long way, Baby