I blinked

Wasn’t it yesterday that we forgot the chicken in the microwave? That day when the nurse called to tell me that my strep test came back negative, but my pregnancy test came back positive, and in our delirious excitement we neglected the chicken thawing in the microwave for dinner, forgot about it until breakfast, and…

Put Down, Pick Up

It’s a new year, a fresh start, and blahbity blah blah blah. (Pardon my bout of cynicism; i’m under the influence of Sudafed.) Most days, sharing anything close to parenting “wisdom” seems laughable. It is laughable. If you’re like me, you’ve wished for a do-over button on more than a few occasions. Even so, over…

Got kids? You’ll have regrets.

I had bought into a lie. Subconsciously, but fully. Maybe you have too. It has to do with motherhood and regrets, how those two things shouldn’t be paired together. Somehow at some point I believed (without recognizing I believed it), that if I were a good enough mom, I wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t/ have regrets. Wishful thinking but…

The 12 Blogs of Christmas #4: Humor

(*Don’t Touch My Cookies originally appeared in the November 2012 edition of MomSense) I handed each of my children a lump of gingerbread cookie dough and gave them carte blanche on cutting out and decorating. “But this,” I said, raising my own ball of dough like Scarlet O’Hara holing up a fistful of Tara, “this…

Why My Children Can’t Do Everything They Set Their Mind To

Before I type another word, let me say this: I think my kids are intelligent, witty, sweet, gifted, tenderhearted, emotionally sensitive, athletic, resolved, hilarious, thoughtful, adaptable, and more and more and more. My aspirations for them are nothing but high. They have and will, no doubt, continue to amaze me, I’m confidant they will do…

Easter musings, Age 8

Parental disclaimer: I helped her with the spelling and nothing else. Entirely her idea and she’s thrilled to be today’s guest blogger. Sometimes, simple is best. Happy Easter everyone! You know it’s not about collecting Easter eggs, visiting friends and family members. Well… now that I’m thinking about it, it’s sort of about that too….

Short and Sweet

There is something endearing about homemade costumes. I’ve purchased my share of store bought ones for my kids but they never measure up to the crookedly sewn together fabric or to the painted cardboard box or to that ugly old tie and oversized shirt snatched from Dad’s closest. Last Thursday, the cadet/crossing guard at my…

Pushing Peas

            At one time or another, every parent has held up a spoon holding some good-for-you, green, mashed-up food, zoomed it in the air complete with sound effects, all in hopes of charming their baby to open his mouth.             “Here comes the airplane!”             Right or wrong, bribery can…

Ah, the Good ‘ol Days

My daughter asked me yesterday, “When you were a little girl did you read from scrolls?” In other words, are you so old that books hadn’t been invented yet when you were my age? Huh? Excuse me for a minute while I find my dentures. Things have changed from my generation to theirs, but not…

A Pencil Box full of Scabs

When I was in the third grade a boy name Brent Something-Or-Other wanted to give me a rather startling gift: his  pencil box full of scabs. Yes, scabs. The kind you see branded across kids knees. That kind your mother told you not to pick or else they might scar. He’d been saving them all…