Share17 Pin1 Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 18Mother’s Day has always been one of my favorite holidays, even long before I became a mother. Probably because my mother is my everything and is worth celebrating every single day. She’s my worrier and my biggest fan, my voice of reason even when I don’t agree with her, my soother, my funny friend, my model for kindness, the person who knows what I’m feeling before I realize I’m feeling it, the one who…
Share38 Pin3 Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 41Books for boys can be hard to choose. In my house of boys, I have good readers skill-wise, but they don’t actually enjoy reading or choose it as an activity. I’m always looking for books that will catch their attention and let them think positively about reading — like an adventure awaiting them when they open the cover and dive in. Enter Dave McGrail. Back in my days of velcro sneakers and recess, I…
Share10 Pin Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 10Sometimes, parenting three kids is so easy (Wait, what? Remind me that I said that). Other days, I get dizzy from my head turning this way and that way answering “What?” “Yes!” “Hold on a second!” “Don’t do that.” “In a minute.” “I said IN A MINUTE.” After yelling “I have only two eyes, but three kids to watch!” and “THERE IS ONLY ONE MOMMY HERE!!!!” today in absolute frustration, I figured it was…
Share1 Pin Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 1Screen time: It’s like profanity in some houses, blasphemy in others. Here, it’s a way of life. It’s part of making it work as a working mom of three boys, trying to get through each day with some semblance of sanity. I remember the days when “let’s make a Hot Wheels car parade!” or “let’s jump in a pile of stuffed animals!” was the perfect suggestion to keep a young boy, a toddler and…
Share6 Pin1 Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 7Being a good mom, the way I judge it, actually includes doing many things I never thought I’d do. Things like yelling at my kid in public or letting them watch TV in the morning before school. And lying to them. Wait — there are lies parents tell? Yep. And don’t worry, I don’t make a habit of lying to them on purpose, but I have definitely noticed that when I’m pushed to my…
Share3 Pin2 Stumble56 Share +1 TweetShares 61Maintenance Required. When that message popped up on my dashboard display, I felt like my car was judging me. How dare it suggest I need a bit of self care! Yes, I’ve been working long hours, super-busy with kids’ projects and homework and events, still getting up to speed in my new role at work, having a midlife crisis (yes, I think I’ve hit that age. Isn’t this when 80’s movies would just depict…
Share7 Pin Stumble52 Share +1 TweetShares 59Yep, I’m a working mom. There’s always a lot going on. Like this. The scene: My husband is away. I responsibly lay out the ingredients for homemade chicken meatballs, a dinner the kids typically love and one that is OK for the “healthier” eating kick I’m attempting right now. I reach up in a cabinet to get out the breadcrumbs, when the can of cooking spray falls from the top shelf and bops me…
Share20 Pin Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 20Raising boys, it becomes clear early on how much they love their penis. In case there was any doubt about it, check this out: I just said to my completely nudey, just-turned 4yo, “I will play with you only after you put your underwear on.” He replied, “Then I don’t want to play with you.” 9 years into being a Mother of Boys (M.O.B.), boys’ connection to this “thing” still surprises me. Here’s an…
Share44 Pin100 Stumble Share +1 TweetShares 144 Resolutions. Ugh, it’s that time of year again. Every year I try to make a few resolutions; every year I keep essentially none. Not because I can’t commit, but usually because I don’t have time to fit whatever my resolutions are into my schedule. Yeah, yeah, I know, I need to “make time for me” and “take care of myself.” It’s not happening any time soon as I juggle a full-time job, three…
Share34 Pin Stumble1 Share +1 TweetShares 35Pick your battles. I’ve heard that phrase so many times, and while it has always made sense to me, its meaning is magnified now that I’m a mom of three boys. Every minute in my M.O.B. house seems to teeter on the verge of rushing toward tenderness (awww, they’re cuddling) or destruction (do NOT throw those shoes at the window), and it’s hard to predict which way the moment is going to go. With…