You’re all dying to know 20 random things about me, right? (If not, this post isn’t going to be your favorite.) I know 90% of the lyrics to 90% of the songs written between 1955 and 1995;...
L wakes up at ungodly hours these days. Instead of waking us up, he sometimes comes downstairs and helps himself to snacks, turns on the TV or computer, and generally gets up to no good. He can’...
L turned 5 just two short months ago. Yesterday, he lost his first tooth. Is he a) dentally precocious? b) mature? c) advanced? or d) did he try to open a container of Play-Doh by himself? The answer...
I want to break a few destructive cycles I’ve got going on: The Yell/Guilt cycle The Self-Pity/Guilt cycle The Checked-Out Parent/Guilt cycle Namely, I need to get rid of guilt. But I’m J...
It’s Mother’s Day. I’m writing this while in bed at 8:50 AM. I can’t remember the last time I was still in bed at this time of day. Is it my husband who is hard at work to mak...
The absolute worst and hardest part of parenting is the emotional toll it takes. For me, it’s a constant roller coaster and I just want to get off; I don’t like roller coasters. I’m...
If knowing silly songs was a marketable skill, I’d be rich. Years as a camper followed by years as a camp counselor means that I know more chants, songs, skits, and team war cries than your ave...
I have always liked to kick back with friends and have a few several drinks. I’m not talking about jello shots standing on some bar somewhere; but a few bottles of wine over an evening with fri...
We all know that kids parrot what they hear. So if you swear, be prepared for embarrassing situations with your toddler. If you say mean things about relatives, your spouse, or your boss, be ready fo...
I’ve been in a bad mood lately. Essentially I’ve had 2 weeks of horrible PMS. It inspired this: And this: Then I felt bad. I am not a glass half empty kind of gal so I felt compelled to w...
I was up late last night, having a bit of a freakout over, well, everything. I wrote this to help me clear my thoughts. This is a raw insight into my middle-of-the-night parental anguish. I spend so ...
S rolled off of a chair to the floor and started crying. me: Did you hurt yourself? S: (sobs and nods) me: Where did you get hurt? S: (through tears, pointing) Over there on the floor. ……...
The Scene: the lobby of the dance school where L takes his acrobat class The cast: me, L, approximately 20 other parents and maybe 10 other children The situation: L doesn’t want to go into his...
In case you don’t have an internet IV running through your veins 24/7 like some people I know, ahem, you may not have heard of Blinkbooks. These are short, visual brain candies covering a varie...
Free to good home: One 5-year-old boy House trained (with regards to potty, but might destroy your furniture); Needs space to run daily; Not recommended for apartment living as your neighbors will co...
S on the potty: L has a peanut. Do you have a peanut? I don’t have a peanut. I have a china. …………&# 8230;………R 30;………… ;…&#...
THE PAGE YOU REQUESTED NO LONGER EXISTS The blog you are trying to reach has been taken offline. This “mother” has been deemed unfit and CPS has taken her children away. Ple...
We all have those moments. (Don’t we??) You know, the times when you’re glad you’re not overheard or observed because you absolutely suck as a parent. Being the mom who makes you fe...
Today’s Listography topic is near and dear to my heart. Without a certain arsenal of products, I’d be locked away in a bell tower surely. I’ve been enamored with beauty products sin...
Nine years ago I couldn’t eat. I wanted to, but just couldn’t swallow. I guess I was nervous although it didn’t feel like nerves. It felt like stress and excitement and anticipation...
I’ve decided that imagination is nothing more than a euphemism for freaking crazy. As parents we want our kids to be as crazy as possible, and then suddenly, when they become adults, we want th...
Recently I was out and about with L while he was in one of his devilish good moods. Ever the charmer, this means he’s hugging babies and chatting up their moms. One of these moms fell for the a...
S is all about things she can do when she’s bigger. “Me bigger, me eat gum.” “Me bigger, me go L’s school.” (Yes, she talks like Captain Caveman.) Turns out her fa...
We’re home! We made it. A little worse for wear and without our luggage, but home nonetheless. How to write a post that encompasses the last 3 weeks? It’s impossible. So, here are some ra...
Dear L, You’re 5! This past year you’ve shed any lingering babiness and turned into a bona-fide kid. You’re tall and muscular and look so grown up. It’s hard to remember how l...
Sorry I’ve been MIA. I don’t have the luxury of spending all day connected to some internet device. (I am having serious iPhone withdrawal. Can I get methadone for that?) Anyway, we have ...
I’ve been stressed lately about our upcoming trip to New Zealand. I can’t get my head around the mind-blowing 31 hours it will take to get us there. As far as crazy is concerned, I think ...
I’m going to New Zealand in 11 days. The mere thought of it makes my heart race and my palms sweat. I know that complaining about travelling to New Zealand seems like a major no-no, but please ...
You guys are getting better at decoding S! Many of you got the song (#3) and a few also got #’s 1, 5 and 6. I figured out what #2 is!! She said it again yesterday. None of you were close. Gop! ...
Do you know WTF my 2-year-old is saying? Gop! Gatka da yee-ess gor off?* We bik dee gitty oh walkie woal. (Hint: this one is sung, not said.) Ging eekie eekie gong. (No, I’m not kidding.) Me go...
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