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.
Remember me? I’m the one who wrote to tell you all about the not-so-terrible-two’s a few months ago. I’m back to apologize because…I LIED.
Grocery shopping with kids goes through several stages - from wishful thinking "this won't be too bad" to "OH MY GOODNESS WHAT WAS I THINKING" very quickly.
When it was just my husband and myself, it was SO easy to meal plan. We'd sit down once a week. But now we have a toddler...it's impossible.