The job of Mom is an infinite scroll of large and tiny responsibilities. Once I’ve fed them, hydrated them, schooled them, broken up fights, bathed them (semi-periodically), read to them, rocked them (not with real rocks, my Dad always reminds me), changed diapers, and allowed them to sit mindlessly in front of Dora the […]
On the Pondering of Offspring.
I yearned for children for six years before Ali was born, and two of those years were spent desperately trying to get pregnant, then a few years later, we spent another year trying to get pregnant with Noah. But. Had I known then what I know now, there are things that would have helped me […]
In Which I was Rejected By Disney.
It all started with the Orlando Airport. We had every intention of taking all of your fantastic Disney advice, but Orlando’s airport did us in. Okay, really it started with the Birmingham airport, but I have fonder feelings toward my own airport than those of other municipalities, so I think I’ll begin the blame at […]
Postal Purgatory.
Hey there – I miss you guys. I mean, I’ve kind of been here, but really it’s just an illusion. I’ve not *really* been here. Where I’ve really been is staring at dozens of people’s butts, all day every day. And when I’m not doing that, I’m answering Facebook messages, tweets, emails, texts, and phone […]
Talk to Your Doctor about CRS.
Noah has hit the Continual Repeat Stage (also known as CRS.) CRS is a dangerous stage in a mother’s life, as it can be a detriment to the continuation of her sanity if not responded to in a calculated manner. CRS is most obviously exhibited by a request repeated continuously, with no break for response, […]
I’ve Always Cried Ugly.
{Fair Warning: There will be blood.} On Thanksgiving Day, we discovered Ali’s first loose tooth. This was a crucially important family moment, because her nearly two-year-old brother has developmental milestones on a daily basis. But at the age of nearly six, Ali is at somewhat of a developmental plateau, and mightily jealous about her status. […]
Death by Sippy Cups.
I have a hate/hate relationship with sippy cups. Okay – I do love that my kid can take in liquid without creating a cleanup catastrophe worthy of an oil spill relief crew, but I mostly hate them because NO sippy cup manufacturer in the free world seems to know how to make a truly drip-free […]
On Lying to the Children.
There are many things about parenthood that look much more romantic on the front side than they actually turn out to be. Rocking your newborn back to sleep in the middle of the night, for one. Go ahead…take a minute to reminisce on what your pre-childbearing image was: long white silk nightgown, perfectly rolled hair, […]
The Day Little Tykes Failed Me.
I promised a weekly-ish homeschooling post for a while-ish. (Last week was my off week, so it doesn’t count.) This week, I decided to share a typical fail. Because fails are just as common as successes, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise. My dear sweet husband bought a used Little Tykes slide and car […]
Attempts at Being a Dance Mom.
I was never a girly-girl. Not that I was necessarily a tomboy – just lost somewhere in the awkward in-between. While all of my friends were gracefully flitting about in their ballet classes, I was playing softball – and loving it. My left-handed status gave me special privileges, so despite my lack of exceptional skills, […]