Ugh. Why do we even have to think about this stuff? What kind of world to we live in? Seriously. Kids picking on kids. Adults picking on kids. Adults trying to pick up kids. Gross. Get a life, people! Can’t we all … Continue reading
T loves playing with the big kids. Always has. Maybe all children are like this. And now that he’s 5 1/2, the “big” kids are now 8 and 9 years old. This seems to be the age when parents allow … Continue reading
Hey hey…guess what? This week was a good week. Why? Because I finally came up with a homeschool schedule for our kindergartener. And I wrote it down. On a white board and everything. Hung it on a wall, too. You’re … Continue reading
Like any other mammalian mother, I always look for a nice cozy quiet spot to feed my young, away from the prying eyes of predators critics. But I absolutely refuse to be confined to my house, or a grody restroom, or … Continue reading
Now that T is a ripe old 5 1/2 years of age, I’ve learned to relax my hawk-like gaze on his every move. I’ve learned that I can trust him to stay close or to tell me where he’s going … Continue reading
“Do YOU know what Christmas is really all about?” asks T at dinner tonight. C and I exchange raised eyebrows from across the table. “Uh… sure,” says C. “Question is, do YOU know?” “Yes!” says T. “Christmas is all about…PRESENTS!” … Continue reading
Hallelujah! There’s a logical explanation for everything! My kid isn’t “annoying,” he’s spirited! For every irritating behavior that he does, there’s a positive way to spin it and reveal his true potential. He’s not stubborn; he’s persistent. He’s not loud; … Continue reading
Seriously? At the tender age of 3 months, she’s found her thumb already?? Noooooooo! I’m staring at my little angel in her pink and brown PJ’s. She’s looking a bit like a toy giraffe. Only rounder. Much rounder. She is … Continue reading
My son T is the sweetest boy ever. I hate it that I lose my cool with him sometimes. I feel like a total pile when I go off on him. It’s just not right. Oh sure, I could rationalize … Continue reading
We were at a playdate recently and one of the boys let loose with the Grandaddy of all potty words. Yikes! His mom was lightning quick with the reprimand and we didn’t hear it again. I sympathized with her and … Continue reading
