So do you remember when you had friends? Come on you remember–they’re the people who quit calling when you had children. I’m not blaming them, god knows I quit hanging out with a lot of people I liked once they had nothing left to talk about other than what brand of ass wipes they [...]
Before I was lucky enough to have children (SHUT UP) I thought I knew it all. I saw how my parents and other relatives parented and thought, “I’ve got this.” I also had lists of things I’d never, EVER do when I was a parent. How completely stupid naive I was. Look, I was a [...]
When I was nine, I was strong and beautiful. No one was better than I was. When I was nine, I knew what I wanted and what I was going to be. When I was nine, my whole life lay before me, filled with adventure and laughter. When I was nine, everything was simple.
This isn’t your typical Aiming Low post. It may not be full of the humor you’ve come to expect. But what we’ve learned is our greatest ability to appreciate laughter comes after tears have cleansed our souls. — Anissa, founder of Aiming Low and Rachel’s lucky friend Ah, the month of May, brought to you [...]
Structure, routine, expectations, follow through. All buzz words for how we are supposed to put our kids to bed at night. Because, no, you just don’t throw them in a darkened room and shut the door. And if you do, shhhhh.
I collect vintage children’s books. Not just one or two, but entire sets. I have collections full of perfect examples of the child-rearing practice of the time; finger wagging teach-you-a-lesson tales of what can happen when children don’t behave. I showcase these volumes front and center in the kid’s reading room downstairs. They’re fun to [...]
Ah Spring Break! When I was a teacher, I looked forward to it. Three months without any break to speak of and a week off was more than welcome. Now that I’ve been a stay-at-home/work-at-home parent for more than ten years, I have changed my tune ever so slightly. My kids have some, errrr, challenges. [...]
Last week I plunked down a cool $27 to see Titantic in 3D. This is a movie that I already own and have seen three times in the theater. And also watched in Spanish on Telemundo. Just in case: it still sinks, and I don’t even speak Spanish. Too soon?
Quinn starts most mornings with 2 bananas. Starts. She’s 19 months old. It sounds excessive because it is. I understand that as the adult in these transactions, I should impact and change this ritual of gluttony. But you see, I can’t. She demands, “‘NANA’! More NANA!!” with an increasing hostility that makes me dread her entry [...]
As the mother of a preschooler, I can tell you many things about Hello Kitty. I can tell you that she lives in London, is in 3rd grade, and has a twin sister named Mimmy. I cannot tell you the one thing my daughter desperately wants to know about Hello Kitty—why she doesn’t have a [...]
Though it may seem like the end of the world to a teen who flunks his road test, it’s not. It’s a parent’s job to get him back up on that horse, and try again as soon as possible.
An epic stomach virus landed on my door step yesterday. It was so awful I crapped my pants. Now, it’s not everyday that I consider where I stand on the Garanimal scale, but there I was begging and pleading for snaps between my crotch and an adult pullup for relief. Later, after the not-so husband [...]
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