Struggling to find Easter gifts appropriate for your baby or toddler? Get a little creative! Instead of filing a traditional wicker basket, get an item to fill that can be part of the treat.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
I hear that three and a half is magical, and that children turn the corner from beast to beauty, but I’m still waiting…
This morning started like any other Monday morning. Frantic. Rushed. Yelling “I’m turning off the TV if you don’t put your socks on! We need to go!”
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.
There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.
My daughter has no idea how to take no for an answer, and her negotiation skills are off the chain for only being three years old. And boy, can she work a room.
The forest was quiet. And then I heard you. “You’re so brave, Elsie. Elsie, you’re so brave.” You were just thinking, out loud. Your inner voice apparent.
Struggling to find Easter gifts appropriate for your baby or toddler? Get a little creative! Instead of filing a traditional wicker basket, get an item to fill that can be part of the treat.
I stood among the rubble after a particularly bad explosion and screamed in my head, “HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS?”
Yup. You read that right. I let my 5-year-old use a pacifier. Cue the judgment.
I hear that three and a half is magical, and that children turn the corner from beast to beauty, but I’m still waiting…
This morning started like any other Monday morning. Frantic. Rushed. Yelling “I’m turning off the TV if you don’t put your socks on! We need to go!”
I was terrified of ever seeing a penis, then later sort of mystified at how they worked. I never, ever imagined what a central role they’d play in my life.
There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.
My daughter has no idea how to take no for an answer, and her negotiation skills are off the chain for only being three years old. And boy, can she work a room.
The forest was quiet. And then I heard you. “You’re so brave, Elsie. Elsie, you’re so brave.” You were just thinking, out loud. Your inner voice apparent.
