We were at a birthday party on Saturday night, and it was crowded. Very crowded, like the clubs I used to get dolled up for back in my early twenties, except instead of anonymous strangers and a pulsing dance beat, it was filled with a large Italian family we know, all there to celebrate a 2-year-olds… Continue reading most precious
It's too soon. She can't handle it. Why, God, Why? For the second time this week, my daughter has skipped nap time. Skipping naptime results in cranky pants screaming over every single thing that doesn't go her way. Skipping naptime means she screams over things that go her way too. Skipping naptime turns her into the… Continue reading the most sacred hour
Having kids is an exercise in repetition, and until you are raising one or two or three of them, you may think you know, but you have no idea. Netflix suggested this show, The Mother Goose Club, for my kids this past summer. It's geared towards ages 0-2. I put it on, and my then… Continue reading mother goose club
Out of nowhere, November has hit my area of suburbia. Two days ago it was 65 degrees and we were walking outside, enjoying the bright fall colors. I actually said to my older son, "Better enjoy the foliage now because once it's gone we just have bare branches till spring". And now it's a bitter… Continue reading dark days ahead
I grew up in a rural area and as a right of passage, of course, held a 4-H membership card for about eight years. I raised all sorts of farm animals and the county fair generally seemed the pinnacle event of every year of my childhood. If you've been to a fair with livestock you… Continue reading pig barn
They say to never wake a sleeping one, but when you can hear your 20-month-old on the monitor happy as can be in her crib, and it's 8:05am, you just stay in bed some more.
This morning I found myself putting the wholesome, one gram of sugar Classic Cheerios on a secret underground mission. L has a preference for the more sugar-laded Honey Nut Cheerios. We had a scraping leftover this morning so after she inhaled the first round, I explained we were out of them, and poured her some… Continue reading intrigue and scandal
Or maybe just me, just lately. Take a look at the anguish, the pain in her face. Did she just bite her tongue? Maybe a loud boom caused her to react in fear. Maybe I yelled at her for spilling her chili everywhere. This face, this scream, this moment captured forever - as far… Continue reading we’ve all felt like this….