My oldest child is heading to college this fall. That translates in mom talk to, “Friends beware. Spontaneous ugly cries may occur.” It also means I’ve gotten a little bit (okay… a lot bit) sentimental.
My daughter loved the classic Curious George books when she was about two. Those stories are from another time when parents apparently had nothing to do. Each runs at least fifty pages. Fifty pages. To make matters worse, she had memorized the stories, which meant I couldn’t fudge it and skip over large swaths of text.
We all have those certain gifts that are required of us each year. You know, the ones we have to buy but really don't want to spend a lot of time or money?
We live in a weight- and body-shape-obsessed society, and it’s easy (and normal) to develop body dissatisfaction.
Dear Anxiety, I see you.
If you are like me, I read many friends and strangers post #MeToo and it's taken a lot to process it all.
Baby # 4 is on his way. He’ll be my 3rd boy in a row, which keeps the transition of rooms from kid to kid pretty simple. But, there has been one predicament I have faced, though, while in my crazed nesting phase this past month. I have 1 crib, and will soon have 2 crib-sleeping kids.
1. Never shake a man’s hand sitting down.
In the wee hours of your independent and autonomous lives, when you least expect it, I know you will hear my voice.