After a brief, hopefully non-violent battle with a plastic knight, the floral placemat lay on the floor, awaiting my arrival home from work. What will my boys do with it next? Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and …
The M.O.B. Connection
Picture this: You’re at the park, and you see two moms meet for the first time. Within a minute, they discover that they both have two daughters and no sons. They joyously hug, instantly connecting. Have you ever seen it? Me neither. I don’t think it happens. But last week, I went to a business lunch …
When someone gives you a butterfly net . . .
When someone gives you a butterfly net . . . you put it on your head and climb the basketball hoop. Happy weekend, Mothers of Boys! Cheers to the M.O.B.! Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and purchase …
E asks “Why are boys rougher than girls?”
They look like they’re cuddling, but they’re wrestling “Mom, why are boys rougher than girls?” E asked me tonight. I had half a second to craft my answer, and an hour’s worth of images pop into my mind at once: It isn’t “nurture,” I can tell you that. I took my share of psychology classes …
M.O.B. goes bowling
Because every little boy knows — and every M.O.B.will learn — the air blow thingy by the bowling balls is really for your armpits. Disclosure of Material Connection: Some of the links in the post above are “affiliate links.” This means if you click on the link and purchase the item, I will receive an …
“Everything will be ruined . . .”
One of the things I loved about growing up in my house was how my mom had special decorations for each season. Pumpkin pictures went up in October, snowmen in December — you get the idea. I’m a working mom, and one who doesn’t always have the chance to get the house “set” just the way …
Raising Boys: “But I expected to have girls”: Becoming a M.O.B. for the second time
Raising Boys. It’s not what I expected, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I remember a few days after getting home from the hospital when my second son was born, my brother- and sister-in-law came to visit and meet their new nephew. My husband greeted them downstairs with our 2-year-old while I was …
On Mother’s Day . . .
Happy Mother’s Day! My special day included breakfast in bed . . . which was promptly eaten by my three sons instead of me. I guess it’s true what they say: Boys are always hungry. How was your Mother’s Day? Visit again later this week as we get into the journey of when I became a …
Join me as I find my way (laughing) as the mother of boys
This is me. My favorite outfit growing up was a flowered cotton skirt with a bow in my hair. I was a dancer, I played house and school and store and doctor and hair salon. I loved pink, flowers, ruffles, dolls and ribbon barrettes. I was, in retrospect, a girly girl. Don’t get me wrong, I …
Easy Pumpkin Bread Recipe: Baking with Boys (a fall tradition)
Easy pumpkin bread recipe, no eggs! This is a favorite go-to recipe for when I’m baking with kids, and it makes for a nice fall tradition.
