Yes, I know my kid is small. So does he, thanks to a well-meaning blabbermouth. Some backstory: Kyle turned 10 this spring. He’s the smallest person in our family and he’s always the smallest kid in his class. He realizes this and it bothers him. We nurture him and we build him up while trying…
We’ve made it through the terrible twos (which really aren’t that bad), the terrible threes (which really are that bad) and we find ourselves smack in the middle of the effing fours (which make me want to drink and say lots of bad words). The preschool years are messy, exhausting, and whiz by all too…
I’m not shy but I’m an introvert. I like other humans but I have a limited tolerance for “peopling”—you know, cocktail parties, wedding receptions, any place where small talk is on the menu. If I have to attend an event where a “Hello, My Name Is” nametag is offered, anxiety will be my plus one….
If you say stuff like: “My kids will never do that.” or; “I’m never going to be that kind of mom,” then you are just asking for it and Karma will sneak up and not so politely bite you in the ass. I should know. I was one of those moms. A couple months back, I…
Someone once said “I believe in being honest with my kids, 101 percent.” That someone wasn’t me. I lie to my kids all the time. I’m not just talking about the trifecta of deception: Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I don’t creatively bend the truth. I straight up lie like Pinnochio. Am…
We all had ideas about being parent before we become…well, parents. Here are four things I said I’d never do as a parent before I actually become one. Four things I said I’d never do as a parent before I actually become one Before we have kids, we’re full of B.S. statements like “My kids…
