Grandparents and little brother in tow, my husband and I attended our daughter’s first ever Spring concert. Continue reading
That’s me crying behind a locked bathroom door. It was the kids who had boo boos. But I was the one crying. How does that work? Continue reading
As far as I can tell, I've coined a new term. "Momory." It's like "baby brain," when you are pregnant and forget everything from where you put your shoes to the last time you had chocolate. What they don't tell you is that even when your babies aren't babies anymore, the forgetfulness never goes away. So I coined the term, momory, as a play on the word "memory." If you have heard this term before, mind your manners and let me parade myself as an inventor.
For April, it was a cold Sunday afternoon. No rain. But no sun either.
If this were January, I would have happily dragged the kids outside, all bundled up and ready to play for hours.
But it’s not January. It’s April. And I couldn’t justify snowsuits (because it’s really not that cold). Continue reading
I’ve had plenty of reminders to check my tone. I have had plenty of opportunities to practice my count-to-5-first rule. (Rowdy 2 and 4 year olds are good for that ).
So now, about three weeks since my last post on my Nasty Voice, I’m seeing a marked improvement.
Yes, I’ve snapped on occasion. Yes, I’ve regretted my choice of words directed at the offending child. But each time, I have learned a little something new about myself and about my children. Find out what I’ve learned
Well, not exactly. I like music. I can sort of jingle out a tune on the piano and I played clarinet in the school band. I also started learning guitar when I first met the man who would become my husband (admittedly, it was mostly to impress him because he played guitar and he had a thing for chicks who played guitar).
But I digress. (Don’t I always?) Continue reading
Amidst the insanity that is my life here of late, it occurred to me that my little guy hasn’t been behind the TV in a while.
Why, you ask, does this matter? Continue reading
Sometimes life needs a little perspective. I find that this is more true now that I am a mother. Funny enough, it has taken me the last four years to really understand that perspective can be everything.
Anyone else suffering from Short Fuse Syndrome (SFS) lately?
I am. It creeps up on me. Continue reading
It occurred to me this morning that I am inadvertently making my daughter’s life harder than it needs to be…one step at a time. Continue reading