If storks really brought babies, kids would have so many less questions
The older kids get, the more parenting is like being trapped in a pop quiz. You never know when awkward questions will present themselves. And then when they do, you’ve … Continue reading
Chasing zombies, leaves and childhood
I admit, my heart broke a teensy bit when my seven-year-old son son announced he wanted to be a “bloody zombie” for Halloween. It was such a drastic departure from … Continue reading
Dear Neighbors, Thanks for not calling the authorities
Now that cooler weather is upon us, it’s lovely to open the windows and let in some fresh, fall breeze. But that luxury doesn’t come without complications. While our neighborhood … Continue reading
Is that a disc, or are you happy to see me?
One of the most joyous parts of parenting preschoolers (and working in a preschool, for that matter), is the hilarity that spills from kids’ mouths on a regular basis. It … Continue reading
Dinner is served… from my pants
I was in a funk most of today. The day had so much potential to get worse during the dreaded Witching Hours of 4-7 p.m. (For those of you who … Continue reading
Can you hear me now? Can you hear me NOW?
What I say: “Let’s keep the house clean. We have people coming over in 15 minutes.”
What they hear: Immediately locate and empty every, single container of Legos, plastic play food, flash cards, Matchbox cars, My Little Ponies, plus the 48-pack of markers and the 64-box of Crayolas.
Why vitamins are ruining my life
Over the past few years, it’s become habit for my tots to munch their Flintstones vitamin before we go up to prep for bed. It’s a routine I’m about to … Continue reading
Party Girl
Part of the reason I haven’t written in so long is because I don’t have time to craft a post I like. And then when I don’t blog forever, it … Continue reading
What is all this crap in my purse?
Graduating from a diaper bag to a regular purse is nothing short of exhilarating, especially if you had back-to-back kids and carried a diaper bag for, say, five years in … Continue reading
Sweet dreams are made of this…
My son, the Superhero, 6, often talks in his sleep. He laughs, he yells, he mumbles things I can’t understand — all of which I can hear when I’m getting … Continue reading
On makeshift mammograms and ancient elephant innards
As a longtime newspaper reporter, I’ve written a lot of words and phrases over the years. But every so often, parenting throws me for a loop, resulting in bizarre things … Continue reading