Four-year-olds can get very angry. At 4, they are harder to fool, and they have a lot of passion about things like yogurt. Also, they can speak in full sentences and tell you exactly what they think, which is not always nice. I made the recent mistake of disagreeing with my own 4-year-old about whether or not …

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As mothers, we walk around with our chests decorated with invisible badges. These badges aren’t recognized or applauded or given any kind of ceremony. But we know they are there, our mothers and sisters know they are there, our closest friends know they are there. Some mothers have just a few, meaningful badges. But some …

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I’m over at Scary Mommy talking about the right and wrong way to do Valentine’s Day.     Husbands/Partners/Longtime Loves. You’ve been together for awhile now. Long enough for the sweet anticipation of guessing who your Valentine is going to be to wear off just a bit. You already know who the girl is—she’s the …

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I received an email from my internet provider today warning me that we had some heavy usage happening this week. I almost sent them a picture of my middle finger and then another picture of my 4 yo curled around her iPad like a security blanket with her booger-filled tissues littered around. Umm…yes…internet provider, we …

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I’m over at Scary Mommy this week with these posts: 10 Reasons Grandparents Are Better Than Parents Why I Don’t Hover Over My Children and How To Approach An Angry 4-Year-Old Here is a sneak peek at the last one!     Four-year-olds can get very angry. At 4, they are harder to fool, and …

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I have decided that becoming a sister wife might be the most awesome thing ever. A girlfriend who lives with me and helps me cook and clean and remember what our husband said during that last argument so we can both hold it against him? Yes, please. However, I also realize that it would take a special woman …

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  On the best days I patiently, creatively ward off Monsters. I am able to convince my children that we have magic Monster-proof paint on our house, or that the Monster is actually very tiny and wearing a tutu and singing Puff the Magic Dragon. On the worst days, I get horribly, loudly frustrated when …

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My mother never hovered over me. She shooed me outside and went about her business; baking, cleaning, and visiting with her friends. I don’t think she ever thought twice about any of this. Children played outside so that moms could get something done. Today, I watch my daughter playing with her blocks on the floor, …

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