The other day I experienced a first: I wrote an email to a podcast, and they actually read it on an episode! The email, pasted
This morning I moved the snacks in my house from toddler-accessible cabinets to tall, impossible-for-anyone-under-5-feet-tall-to-reach cabinets. Now I’m shaking in my boots, nervous for the
Welp. Just got back from a family trip to the old pumpkin patch. It was … terrible. And honestly, I think I expected it to
I never truly understood the term ‘“I’ve created a monster” until I had children. More specifically, I never understood it until my son turned about
I’m discovering where the term “threenager” comes from. To be clear from the get go, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being three or being a
4th of July with kids > other holidays with kids. I realize I’ve been somewhat pessimistic about holidays with kids. I’m a bad Christmas mom: