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
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!”
My one and a half year old, my baby girl, my second and last child, is a toddler. She screams when she doesn’t get her way, pulls on the dog’s ears, eats little bites of kibble out of the dog’s bowl, steals her big brother’s stuffed Mickey Mouse (and laughs when he gets mad), and… Continue reading My Baby Isn’t a Baby Anymore & It ALMOST Makes Me Want a Third Child
I’m scared of my kids. I know I’m not the only one feeling that way; in fact, this may take the cake as the most unoriginal thought I’ve had about motherhood. But however universal, the fact remains: Parenting is hard for many reasons, and one of the big ones is that we’re terrified of making… Continue reading I’m Scared of My Kids (But Who Isn’t?)
As a mom, nothing gives me more comfort than this sentence: Everything is a phase. I started hearing that–we probably all did– as a child. It was a common phrase from teachers talking to other teachers in elementary school: “Imaginary friends are just a phase. Coloring on the walls is just a phase. Not socializing… Continue reading My Mom Mantra: Everything Is a Phase
Here’s how dinner with my almost-three-year-old son went last night. Fellow parents, you feel me. Miles would only eat corn if it’s out of a Tupperware container and if there are two pieces so he can switch back and forth. Had to be on the cob, obviously, don’t even try any of that baby stuff… Continue reading How Not to Have Dinner With a Toddler
