SuperMOB, Supporter of Mess: 5 Summer Fun Activities for Kids Hey, Mothers of Boys!!! Looking for summer fun for kids? Let them get messy with a “Sensory Safari!” We’ve already established that boys and messes go together. You know those days when they’re so covered in dirt that you just want to hose them down before …
Worms and beetles and frogs, oh my
Boys and Bugs Worms and Beetles and Frogs, oh my! Springtime in New England. It’s my favorite season, full of crisp mornings and warm days, green leaves appearing overnight on trees, flowers blooming, and a fresh smell that streams into my house through open windows, clearing out any lingering stink that can come from living …
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 …
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 …
“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 …
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 …
