On potties and my (evidently) lazy parenting

Look away, all ye who are squeamish, because this is the requisite mommy blog post about poop.  (Rest easy, I'm not the type to get gross or stray into parental overshare - it's not that kind of blog post.) My boys are coming up on a year old and OF COURSE, they are not potty trained.…

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On scary parenting moments

Let me just preface this story by saying that everyone involved is just fine. It was just after 6 pm, bath time in our house.  I left the boys downstairs in their playroom for a minute while I ran upstairs to the boys' bedroom to get their towels. I emerged from the boys' bedroom, towels…

Baby talk

As a species, we're lucky that babies aren't born understanding words.Having a baby (or in our case, babies) in your life requires a series of adjustments.  You adjust your schedule.  You adjust your priorities.  You adjust to the fact that the only solitude you may enjoy in a day is when you're using the bathroom.…

Date night

J was looking a little morose as he left for work this morning.  "Cheer up!" I said.  "It's date night!" "Oh...right!" he said, feigning enthusiasm.  Hmmm, I thought.  J does not seem very pumped for date night.  Could it be because we spent our last "date night" caulking the bathtub? (I wish I was kidding.)…

And now for something completely different

...Well, not completely different.  Unless you count the weather (see above). I have the privilege of being this week's guest blogger over at VictoriaMom.ca, the online magazine for moms in Victoria, British Columbia (but moms everywhere will find useful articles and links all over the site - I know I did).  You can read my…

Things I Can’t Do

Less than a week ago I wrote a blog post declaring stay-at-home-parenthood to be a walk in the park, leaving me time for this, that, and the next.   Then, as is fitting, I disappeared from the blogosphere for five days.  You see, things got busy. Life has given me some kind of karmic comeuppance for my…

The Birthday Grinch

Kids' birthday parties, particularly for really little kids, are just the worst. Before we had kids, I went to most of my friends' kids' birthday parties. The parties for really little kids who don't have real "friends" of their own yet are the worst of the worst. Here's why: The kids who attend are usually…