Do you remember September? It was so full of sparkle and promise. We had a plan AND a schedule. These lockers in our mudroom? Things used to be hung up in them. Children set their own alarms and got up when they went off. And then, instead of smacking it and climbing back into bed...THEY GOT … Continue reading Please Excuse Me While I Backslide
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Birth Order and Beef Jerky
To my sweet #1, Ah....I had such IDEAS when you were small...I knew ALL THE THINGS. You were enriched within an inch of your life. There were rules and they were consistent. The consequences were logical, and not once did I call you by another name. Your food was homemade and organic...and, when your little … Continue reading Birth Order and Beef Jerky
The Perfect Child – A Fairytale
I need you to know that when I hear you utter words "my child would never", I feel a jolt of terror shoot down my spine. First of all, I admire your confidence. Kudos. That's pretty impressive. I do not have that. Instead, my poor kids are bearing the brunt of my (slightly) wayward youth. … Continue reading The Perfect Child – A Fairytale
We’re (Not) On A Roll….
This little gem? It's one of a series of Toilet Paper Roll Art that I've been creating in my upstairs kid-bathroom-turned-studio. (You didn't know that was a thing did you? Not to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty sure I've created a new genre.) I'm not sure why the kids can't master the changing of … Continue reading We’re (Not) On A Roll….
The Crazy Sports Parent…A Look in the (Rearview) Mirror
My oldest child is 14. I still remember the day we inserted her first tiny shin guards (pink!) into her tiny little soccer socks (pink!) and laced up her tiny little cleats (black - but on sale!). She was 3. Two more babies were born and - between the 3 of them - Saturday morning … Continue reading The Crazy Sports Parent…A Look in the (Rearview) Mirror
Training Wheels
I don't feel funny today. I don't know why. Maybe it's because it's fall and the kids are back in school. They're growing older now and sometimes I feel like they need me less. (Except that I just cleaned out the fridge and 75% of what I tossed was empty containers that had been put … Continue reading Training Wheels
Dear Barnes and Noble Mama,
Dear Barnes and Noble Mama, You looked at me strangely when you saw me wiping my eyes. Maybe you thought I was having a bad day...I wasn't. The tears were because of you. I had noticed you and your daughter there, talking and looking at books. She looked like a sweet girl, she said 'excuse … Continue reading Dear Barnes and Noble Mama,
The Amateur Mom 