Category Archives: Parenting
Seasoned moms reveal the sacrifices and surprises of motherhood
We are all familiar with the typical stereotypes of being a mother, especially a new one. Among other things, mothers are known for being exhausted, minivan driving, yoga pant wearing “mombies” who run on cold cups of coffee during the day, and a little too much wine in the evening. With a grand total of […]
When I looked in our toy box, I was mortified by what I discovered.
The week before my daughter’s first birthday, I casually inventoried her toys. She had a fine compilation of blocks, a new selection of play trucks after being enamored with her four-year old cousin’s fleet of four-wheeled machines, and a small company of well-loved baby dolls. As I reviewed her collections, I was mortified when I […]
Terrible truths about traveling with a toddler
Recently, we travel 2,254 miles with a 321 day-old human (a.k.a. almost eleven months) when we decided to fly south like any reasonable living thing after a week of snowstorms in February made us question whether or not we would ever see the sun again. While we found the sunshine and some much-needed sanity in […]
Are you viewing your life through the lens of a phone? Here is how to stop.
A couple of times an hour, I found myself drawn to the glowing face of my iPhone. As a stay-at-home parent, my cell phone was my lifeline to the outside world. Text from friends or family, interesting post in one of the many mommy groups I follow, or breaking news articles online added spice the […]
Twelve ways to snowgasm
While many people used doomsday speech like “snowmageddon” to refer to the seemingly endless flakes filling our shovels, our yards, and our lives, others observed each falling flake with glee and immediately took to social media to celebrate this unexpected “snowgasm.” With a day of partial sunshine forecasted for Friday, it is time for those […]
Midnight tears
It began as a series of little kicks that woke me from my midnight slumber. Soon the kicks were followed by tiny whimpers of discomfort. In a tired haze, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and the large red letters on the dial read 2:38 a.m. A tiny of flicker of annoyance played […]