I was taking off my clothes in our backyard, and I didn’t care if the neighbors saw me in my hideous orange-striped underwear and old gray tank top. I had already stripped my son down to his diaper. Vomit covered me.Read more
What we didn’t realize is that we are now fair game for round two. And people want to know when it’s going to happen. Between asking if my baby’s walking (no) and who watches him during the workday (well-paid strangers), the inevitable question comes up: When are you going to have another baby?Read more
Somewhere along the way my perfect baby morphed into a dramatic, screaming, hitting, give-it-to-me-now-or-I’ll-bite-you adolescent. Except he’s only 22 months. And with his second birthday rumbling around the corner like a MAC truck on fire, I know that this is just a preview of what’s to come.Read more
I recently realized my basement shelves, filled with huge plastic bins of kids’ clothing, toys, and stuff, was overflowing. My son is not even two years old, and I’m astounded by just how much crap this kid has accumulated. Knowing it needed to go before the shelf collapsed in a dusty pile of pastel blue layette sets, I decided to round it all up and donate it. Then like a sign from the hoarding gods, I got an email for a local consignment event. Before I could think myself out of it, I signed up and got started hauling up clothing bins to start sorting and tagging all his old clothes and toys.Read more
What do you do when the lovey is loved out? Do you carefully handwash and soak out the stains and smells as best you can? Do you search for just the right thread color to stitch, mend, and fix the tears? Or do you look for another lovey exactly like the first so you can replace it? Do you quietly throw it away one day when your child isn’t looking and hope he doesn’t notice?