If you’re horrified that your child is tasting their way through the world, rest assured that someone else’s child has already been there.
Do I detect notes of goat, onion, and cumin in your armpit?
Escape from it all for Memorial Day! ('All’ but people; expect them to be everywhere!)
Locating to that new country will be hard on your kids. more
Mommying is constant. There’s no way around it. Even when you’re not actively with your kids, you’re thinking about them, worrying about them, planning for them… you get it, you’re living it!
We have to be whole to be able to give to others more
Last week was Screen-Free Week. I didn’t notice because my eyes were on the prize: Mother’s Day, the best day of all.
Now that the mommy merriment has simmered down, I’m catching up on other things discussed in Internetland, which (paradoxically) included Screen-Free Week.
Parents are forced to think about screens from the start. There are clear reasons to turn off screens. more
I have hippy tendencies that bob to the surface but are usually whack-a-moled by my competing love of convenience. Communal living tiny houses (now with movement status), minimal personal hygiene (this one gets tempered pretty quickly by The Spouse and lingering looks from strangers), and a macrobiotic diet have all been suppressed for now. more more
Even though I know my tiny person is unfolding and that I’ll just have to sit on my hands a little longer to get to let the nooks and crannies of her personality come to light, there are some things that I cannot wait to foist upon her. Today we checked off one such box: the swimming pool. more
We’ve all been forced recently to think about child rearing whether or not we’re rearing a child. Tiger Mom, Tiger Mom II, and‘grit’ are familiar terms though we may not agree. Through trial and error (consider for a second what’s implied there), we’re slowly getting the formula tweaked just right to produce the most academically gifted and economically productive humans possible.
I was a jerk. Not to say I'm not still a jerk, but I'm now at least aware of one specific way I was a jerk and have ceased doing it. I was that person who was intolerant of babies on the plane. If I so much as heard the pre-cry squawks of our youngest people I'd roll my eyes wayward and think "I hope they're not seated near me." When those parents had the actual misfortune of sitting next to me, there may have been a time when I helpfully offered in the most jerkified voice I could muster: "Have you tried a pacifier?" more
Somehow I knew I would do the gross stuff. I knew I’d put my daughter’s boogers in my pocket. I knew I’d do the taboo stuff. Our child was going to sleep in our bed. What I didn’t envision was more basic. more
It’s so simple yet so easy to mess up (and then you’ll need to apologize for your apology!). Here's some advice on the power of saying "I'm Sorry" and how you can help your kids learn the value of caring and strong character.
So much pastel and merriment crowded the web this past week. Also a heaping spoonful of gefilte fish. We rounded up those links with a few of their friends. Enjoy!