I can’t tell if this is a great act of strategic parenting, or if I’ve just entered the slippery slope of not giving a shit, but I’ve finally given up on the shoe laces. My big one walks around all day, all the time, with his shoes untied. It makes me nuts. It makes… Read More
When it comes to marriage, Justin and I have a divide and conquer approach. He handles insurance and managing of funds. I handle most of the kid decisions, spending of funds, and I’m the default domestic person. Both of us probably feels like the other’s job is easier, which is the key to any long… Read More
Balthazar was the first baby with whom I ever spent a lot of time. When he arrived, nearly two weeks late I might add, he was one of the first babies I had ever held. When the doctor put him on my chest for the first time, I remember marveling that he had eyebrows, eyelashes,… Read More
I left for our three-week family trip to Europe assuming my kids would do nothing to dispel the rumor that American children, and their mothers, are heathens. My kid’s behavior isn’t particularly good or bad. They’ve got some strong qualities in relation to please’s and thank you’s. And some weaknesses in the areas of meltdowns… Read More
There are a few parenting milestones that one looks forward to and a few that one dreads. Me, I looked forward to almost all of them because most milestones mean that mom is getting closer and closer to being liberated from her post as an indentured servant who has to figure out how to make… Read More
It wasn’t until last week when the fidget spinner fad arrived on our doorstep that I realized my children were deprived. Up until last Tuesday I thought, mistakenly, that my children were living pretty well. The fidget spinner changed all that. RELATED: Why Are You Holding Your Penis? “Mah-meeee,” my son said from the back… Read More
It might be a midlife crisis. That’s what I thought to myself as I stared at my blank computer screen for what was probably the 20th day straight. It might be a midlife crisis. The only thing more depressing than being depressed is realzing you’re old enough to have that depression be age related. Fuck,… Read More
I’ve spent a good portion of my parenting career trying to answer this important question: why do all children cry in Target? Is it the must have aroma of containers and bulk snacks? Is there some sort of subliminal hypnosis happening between the children and the red Target target logo that sends a beacon like message… Read More
When Justin and I got married, we promised to always tell each other the truth. This has proved to be one of the worst decisions I have made to date. Worse than the time I cut bangs in my hair, decided I would only listen to jazz music, or the time I thought cowboy boots… Read More
I couldn’t get the song “Reverse Skydiving” out of my head. You know when you get a song stuck in your head, always at the least likely moment when you couldn’t actually find out what the song is. I’ve spent many a spin classes wanting to yell to the teacher, “Who sings this?” Not that… Read More