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,… Read more “Tuning out”
Category: toddlers
A letter to my son on his 5th birthday
Dear Timo, Every year on your birthday, I look at photos of you, and I marvel… and cry. Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you have… Read more “A letter to my son on his 5th birthday”
Happy Birthday to one amazing kid!
Teaching our children is an oft-discussed topic among parents. What and who should educate them, and which environment will provide the best platform for learning. Factors including genetics,… Read more “Happy Birthday to one amazing kid!”
That Must Have Been a Huge Dog. Maybe it was a Dinosaur.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Mama, I need to poop.”
My first thought was literally, “Oh crap.”
Summer Takeaway
We’re more than halfway through summer vacation (WHAT?!).
I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent
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… Read more “I’m not ashamed to be a helicopter parent”
Still Shuddering
I quickly lose sight of the fact that she is only 4 and a half. I’ll be the first to admit that I have become complacent. I leave her to her own devices at times. Especially when I am trying to run a house by myself. She is also painfully independent (see aforementioned slamming of bedroom door). I trust her not to put peas up her nose or to eat crayons. I am far too trusting.
The Language Barrier
These days, most of my time is divided between wishing my toddler would talk more, and silently willing nearly everyone else to shut the f*ck up. You… Read more “The Language Barrier”
Strange Bedfellows
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… Read more “Strange Bedfellows”
Mouse Assassin and Other Titles
Fall is more challenging than Summer. This is just a truth. Summer is the time for eating tomatoes from the garden with balsamic vinegar and calling it dinner. For staying up a little late and chasing fireflies in the yard. Fall is none of these things. None. Of. Them.
CT Working Moms 