Added by Heather Shaw Riggleman on December 21, 2010 at 2:58pm — No Comments
A beautiful blogger and great friend of mine wrote a post today about being a fake stay at home mom (during break as a teacher.) She got a lot of well-deserved hits, and I laughed at myself, saying, "I'm going to post where you post, claiming that SAHM is a career."
But, then, I thought, what the heck, self? SAHM is a career.
She writes: As a teacher "for several weeks out of the…
Added by Darlena Cunha on December 21, 2010 at 12:02pm — No Comments
As Christmas draws near, I'm reminded of the one parenting topic that your father and I don't quite see eye-to-eye on. Santa Claus. I know I run the risk of being labeled a scrooge here, but I'm not totally sold on 'doing the Santa thing' with you. You sure do look cute in a Santa hat, though.…
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It was a snowy morning at the bus stop, and the grass was wet and icy. So I told the kids to stay out of the grass and stand on the street so their shoes wouldn't get wet. For reasons I will never understand, Miles decided to take this directive as a challenge. He looked right at me…Continue
Added by Momniscient on December 19, 2010 at 3:15pm — No Comments
I know, I know.... Who still makes New Years Resolutions and actually takes them seriously?
Well, in my attempt, no, "journey" is a better term... In my journey to find and maintain my recently distant, pre-parenthood sanity, I have made a firm commitment to develop and succeed in my New Years Resolutions...
This is a big deal... This is the first time, ever, that I have made a decision to develop a New Years Resolution and seriously commit to it. In the past, I simply made…
Added by Kristy Canton on December 19, 2010 at 2:19pm — No Comments
Gigglefest with Daddy. Adorable and short video here:
I love my family!
Added by Darlena Cunha on December 19, 2010 at 10:39am — No Comments
Inspired by my friend Chelsea:
Ways to trick your baby:
Problem: You've just switched over to the toddler bed (or taken the rail off your now-outlawed crib), and your toddler has discovered he has run of the room. Instead of sleeping, there's a raucous party going on in there, a party of one (or in my case, two). You've taken all the toys out of the room, you've made sure it's as boring and calm as it could possibly be, and still, your child has developed an imagination…
Added by Darlena Cunha on December 18, 2010 at 11:10am — No Comments
The babies are finally asleep. It's the middle of the day. Maybe I can squeeze in that shower I've been wanting to take since yesterday morning.
I turn the hot water knob, water sluices toward the wall, the inviting tap tap tap calling to me well before the water is warm enough. I ready my towel, brush my hair. I leave the door open, just in case. Just in case something happens, I'll be able to hear the babies. Everything should be just fine, right? They sleep for at least an…
Added by Darlena Cunha on December 17, 2010 at 11:43am — No Comments
I am the worst wrapper in the history of present wrapping. I always start out with such good intentions. I'm going to cut my lines straight and even. I'm going to line the corners up and crease my folds. I'm going to use very little tape so that you can't even see it. I'm going to put ribbons and bows on every present. They are going to be beautiful.
These ideals last only until I lose the scissors the first time, which is to say, the first time I put them down. They're scissors.…
Added by Darlena Cunha on December 15, 2010 at 2:36pm — No Comments
Added by Michelle on December 15, 2010 at 1:40pm — No Comments
As a parent, I have been judged so many times I have lost count. It starts in the grocery story line or in an airplane. As the kids kick the back of your seat or scream through the entire flight, your anger and frustration is not necessarily focused on the child, but at the parents.
As a parent of a child with reactive attachment disorder (RAD), the parental judgment reaches higher levels. Now the judgment doesn’t come from strangers, but from friends and family. “Why can’t…Continue
Added by Lanita Moss on December 15, 2010 at 7:53am — No Comments
On May 3rd 1992, my son Eric Miller was killed in a one car collision. He was home visiting with family in Louisiana. My family and I visited Louisiana very often. However, when my son began to insist that he spend some time in Louisiana with our family, I reluctantly agreed.
After I received the phone call telling me that my beloved, beautiful and kindhearted son was killed in a car accident; I slowly began to understand why going home was so important to him. It seemed as if I was…
"Mom! Um, my brother just said a bad word. He was trying to tell me a joke, then he said the 'F' word," is what my daughter came hauling into the living room to tell us yesterday. Hubby immediately called my son into the room, and his interrogation began. My son, of course, said that his sister was lying, and that she just wanted him to get into trouble. Thus the problem any parent eventually faces- catching the real liar.
My husband's method is simple.…
Added by Morgan M on December 14, 2010 at 12:49pm — No Comments
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With all the kids tucked into their beds, I make one last round to ensure their slumber is real and not just a ploy to get me to let my guard down. With eyes closed on all three accounts, I head toward my bedroom to meet an old friend. A confidant that existed in a time when wearing tight jeans was by choice, shaved legs were a priority and life was fueled by a plethora of energy. I climb into bed with my laptop, engross myself in an episode of Sex and the City while plunking my eyebrows and…Continue
Added by Torie Combest on November 26, 2010 at 9:18am — No Comments
I am my mothers, still, I am very much my grandmothers child. I was willed this sense that elders are our angels on earth. I would walk behind my grandmother in the pouring rain carrying an umbrella if asked.
Added by Kristy Canton on November 19, 2010 at 1:05am — No Comments
If you want to help your children build themselves, you must act without seeming to act. Through gestures, small words, and most of all through your own example, your children will gradually grow wings.
Added by Kristy Canton on November 19, 2010 at 12:30am — No Comments