Despite my son being generally soft-hearted and sweet, he is still a boy. And boys are…gross. They do gross things and they also put their bodies into perilous situations. And my boy has a little sister who is watching all of the gross and sometimes terrifying things that he does and worshipping his every …

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Dear Daniel Tiger, I love you. I do. You have taught my child to “Keep trying, You’ll Get Better!” which successfully stopped her from turning into the Incredible Hulk that one time when she couldn’t get her underpants on in the right direction. And your advice to count to four, “When You Feel So Bad …

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Karma is stalking me in the form of a purple dress that my daughter wears most days of her life. I believe this is because, as a child, allegedly, I was quite particular about the clothes I would wear. My attitude once prompted my sweet grandmother to declare to my mother, “I would never let …

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Fall around here brings birthdays and soccer and running and enchanted creatures in the forest.   N turned 3. Yippee!   And monsters have become the thing that gets her out of her bed and into mine WAY too much. But thanks to all of the kind advice from a little Facebook crowdsourcing, here she …

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I was never in dance growing up.  Not that I wouldn’t have been, it’s just that I grew up in a small town in South Dakota and I don’t think that dance classes were a super high priority. I’m pretty sure I could have found a class in my town on learning how to drive …

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I’m over at Scary Mommy today with this post talking about this girl.   Toddlers are kind of like escaped insane asylum patients who you are forced to feed a strict diet of noodles and applesauce and then they are allowed to touch your eyeballs while you are sleeping. But, they are also like the …

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I’m so excited to be on the Huffington Post today! This is a rework of “The Stamp Incident” that I published in December.     It all started to go wrong while grocery shopping. This was because I decided to let my 2-year-old, Nora, push her own cart and every time I turned around, she …

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  “My mad at you!” My two-year-old says to me. She crosses her arms and deep grooves appear in her forehead. And what in the world is she wearing? She does look mad, actually. Adorable, but mad. “Why are you mad at me, sweetie?” “You working!” “You are mad at me because I’m working?” I …

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A friend of mine told me recently about a study that she had read that suggested that people with kids are generally less happy than those without kids, but that they have more overall joy. Higher highs but more frequent lows, so to speak. I looked up the study and found that, statistically, they didn’t actually …

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