This whole business of having 4 boys within 6.5 years has been one of my wildest adventures yet. We rode up the elevator the other day, the doors swung open at our floor and two kids purposefully fell over backwards out of the doors and started somersaulting down the hallway to our apartment. That would... Continue Reading →
Teaching little boys to be wise with all things sharp and weapon-like.
A friend in high-school showed up one morning and said, "Hey, look at my forehead! Do you see it?" He raised his left eyebrow and under the skin I could see a tiny round shape moving. "We were having a BB gun war awhile back and I got shot in the forehead... yup, it's still... Continue Reading →
How to get 4 Little Boys to Share a Bedroom
First off, live in a house with only 2 bedrooms, so there isn't even an option apart from sharing. The top parenting experts recommend giving children choices, which we have done. "Would you like to sleep in your bed? OK great, you'll find it located in the second bedroom." Become familiar with the marketplace aisles... Continue Reading →
5 Ways Mom Ruins our Fun
We know she loves us, don't worry about that... but sometimes it seems like she's just making up a whole pile of rules to ruin our fun. For instance, we'll be in the middle of a huge independent project and she'll come along, usually shriek, and be like, "You can't use water guns to fill... Continue Reading →
Bread maker battles. (Not your regular recipe post…)
It was the 'Drop off your old stuff that isn't garbage, but needs to head to the thrift store' time of year again. Essentially a huge room gets filled with discarded items from the 296 apartments in our building. We always see the sign in the elevator and anticipate it like a garage sale, but... Continue Reading →
The maybe-not-so-secret writing process of the mom blogger.
Just as our children follow us everywhere, so do our stories and the little books in which we write them. If our stories were shared on a paper instead of in print there would be fingerprints all over them. Spilled coffee on the edges, raspberry jam in the middle, and tear stains near the bottom.... Continue Reading →
That time you went to the spa… and by spa I mean, the dentist.
"Here's the remote. You can pick a new channel if you don't like that one..." "So let me get this straight... I'm going to spend the next 90 minutes lying in this big cushy dental chair not moving and watching Mexico life house-hunters on the ceiling, and the only catch is that you will put... Continue Reading →
All of the dried macaroni…
"Mom, I like how Ethan sticks out his tongue when he's concentrating!" Fresh from a diaper change my little two year old works so hard at scooping the dried macaroni out of the box into his tiny cooking pot. It's the only age where it's still cute to wander around clad in a t-shirt and... Continue Reading →
When your baby turns 2.
To my baby who is no longer a baby... You were my fastest and most convenient birth. We called the midwife by 8 am, and stopped for coffee for Dad at 9 am. We got our own room at the hospital at 10:30 am, and by noon you were on my chest looking up at... Continue Reading →
Cooking dinner with a wailing toddler attached to your leg.
I know better. I really do. I know I'm not supposed to leave the start of dinner preparation until 4:57 p.m. Especially after we've run down to the pool... because I clearly remember being a child and thinking my body was in starvation mode after moderately swimming for 30 minutes. We foolishly came back upstairs... Continue Reading →
