Elan, September 2014
When Elan realized he left the stuffed penguin at home, his face fell. It was PJ-and-stuffed-animal day, and he was wearing his Avengers pajamas, the ones I had to buy specially for the last PJ day, since this kid who I could never get out of his sleepers just a few years ago no longer wears pajamas to bed, just clean clothes. If we hadn’t already been inside the schoolyard, he would have cried. Loudly, in fact. But we were at school, so no tears. Just the ... more
What happens when Mama tries to multitask, January 2014
Someone wise once said the only constant is change, and never is that truer than when you have small children.
Emry was the sweetest, mellowest baby. He would just put himself to sleep in his bouncy chair if he was tired.
But man, is he a rascally 3.5-year-old!
He’s great at entertaining himself. He will play with Legos for hours in a day, making up elaborate stories in which Zane the white ninja changes identities with Spiderman. But then he will start to get ... more
It was like this, but in the dark
Today I felt like a crappy mom.
It happens sometimes.
We're just back from a week away, spent in San Diego with my family. Time to get back into schedules, routines, all that fun stuff that everyone in my family loves.
Don't get me wrong - we have a great "regular" life. But Legoland and the beach are more fun.
So today was one of my days when I've got Emry all day, no preschool in the morning. We have two of those a week. I ... more
Batman and his trusty companion, February 2013
When I am gray-haired and my children are grown, and I am sitting by a fire reminscing, will I remember the way that Emry poops four times a day and always when we're running late leaving the house? And how Elan never does what I say until the 4th time I say it, with frustration? Or will I think about how they'd put their little hands in mine, how Elan would actually never want to be out of my presence in the house, ... more
Tree against sky, December 2012
It is 6:30 p.m., witching hour in my house. I am frustrated. Tired of the whine fuss complain tattle cycle my kids are locked in. The text messages from my husband keep pushing back his arrival time 10 minutes by 10 minutes. I find myself saying things like You guys are driving me totally nuts and I can’t hear myself think, as I attempt to keep them occupied while making dinner and then to eat what I’ve made.
Finally I reach my limit, my wavering line ... more