Taking care of sick toddlers is a pain, but it helped me figure out how the universe works.
Tag Archive: kids
The Big Sister Influence on Little Brothers, With Blackmail to Prove It
My son has always been a happy and smiley boy. His first smiles were huge, infectious and almost goofy. I knew right away that he was going to be an outgoing kid who would no doubt keep me on my toes. No one can make that boy laugh (and cry!) the way his big sister…
Drowning in Pinch Pots
I love my kids. They can be cute and smart and funny and I relish their accomplishments. I keep their little drawings and progress reports and the cards they make for me. I imagine that, someday, they might mean even more to me (or that they might eventually mean something to them). So, I tuck…
How to Make Nut-Free, HFCS-Free Granola Bars
Watch out, I’m getting crunchy granola on you now. Well, only crunchy on the outside; sweetly chewy on the inside. This is getting confusing. I’m talking about granola bars, not my life philosophy. Though if I had an actual life philosophy it wouldn’t have high-fructose corn syrup in it. And it would be honey sweet….
10… No, 7 Things I’ve Lost with Mamihood
1. The perky boobs I paid for. I mean, really! I nursed for almost 16 months (in your face, people who told me I couldn’t do it!). Now my nipples look a little sad, it’s like they’re looking down in shame now that they don’t have a job. We’ve looked in the classified ads but…
The Circle of Life, Family and Revenge
I’ve always been the weird and rebellious one in the family… all my relatives have stories about me. I dressed like a freak, always had a smart mouth and was more defiant than what should be humanly possible. If someone told me what I should be doing I would do the opposite. Just because. Or…
An Aiming Low Woman
There were two things I wanted to accomplish more than anything at sixteen: marry Keanu Reeves and have EVERYONE think I’m awesome at EVERYTHING. Hermione Granger meets Rachel Berry. So sad. I competed in a state competition for French impromptu speaking and got third place in the whole state. My teacher told me that my…
The Mombie Survival Guide
The Kid didn’t beg exactly, but she was all: “MOM! Please be a room parent.” Which is the equivalent of planning two parties and being a chaperone for her third grade trip. And as much as I want to be there, this does require me to, gasp, deal with Other Mothers. I live smack dab…
