I’m obsessing over something this week. Maybe it’s silly, and maybe it’s not. That’s why I’m obsessing over it, I think: Because I don’t know if it’s silly. This is embarrassing, but I got into a bit of an online comment battle last week. It stemmed from a post on Refinery29’s Money Diaries series, in… Continue reading Having a Dog Is Not Like Having a Baby, Part 2: AITA?
I’ll start this post with a few embarrassing admissions: I love reading Refinery29’s Money Diaries, in which an anonymous person records all their spending—and often everything they do and think—for a week. Sometimes I comment on them, even though I’m generally against internet comments. For some reason I love knowing what strangers spend money on,… Continue reading Unpopular Opinion: Having a Dog Is Not Like Having a Baby
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 threenager or being a teenager, or acting in a completely developmentally appropriate way. In fact, there’s everything right! I welcome this phase. But … the hardest phase is the one… Continue reading Oh, So This Is What “Threenager” Means
I would say my 3-year-old son is so good at negotiating that he should become a lawyer when he grows up. But I’m technically a non-practicing lawyer in the great state of California and I have quite poor negotiation skills, so I don’t know how strong the negotiator-lawyer link actually is. Maybe he should be… Continue reading My Son, Master Negotiator
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 below, was to a podcast called Oversharing, which is an advice/therapy/relationship show. They have a segment called “Triggered,” where listeners write in with a situation that got to them and… Continue reading That Time I Wrote Into a Podcast About a Mean Dad at Daycare Dropoff
I’m on a plane alone, returning from a work trip, and I wish my kids were with me. I know; it’s shocking to me, too. I WANT my 3 yr old and almost 2 yr old to be on a flight with me? A five hour, full flight in the middle of nap time? Yes. … Continue reading Flying Without Toddlers Is Almost As Hard As Flying With Them
A few weeks back, my husband and I each took a kid away for the weekend. He took our 3-year-old son to see grandparents in another state, and I took our 1-year-old daughter on a girls’ trip. I was in charge of packing mini suitcases and backpacks for both kids, for some reason.* *The reason… Continue reading A Packing List For Toddlers
It’s impossible to say anything; impossible to know what to say. That’s because there aren’t words big enough to express our anger and grief and deep frustration. I say “our” because I have to assume that all moms and dads and really most people in this country are angry and grief-stricken and deeply frustrated that… Continue reading It’s Impossible to Know What to Say
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 moment my two toddlers walk into the house from daycare, demanding their afternoon snacks. They’re going to walk over to the kitchen, pull open the short cabinet, and find …… Continue reading I Moved My Kids’ Snacks. I’m Nervous.
This morning my 3-year-old son refused to change his underwear. I’m pretty lenient with most things, not because that’s my parenting strategy but TBCH because it’s easier. I generally allow my kids to lead and act according to their desires as long as it doesn’t threaten the health or safety of them or others, and… Continue reading “Mommy, I Don’t WANT Clean Underwear!”
