What’s it like raising boys? I get that question a lot as a mom to three of them. My answer varies from “it’s an adventure” to “high energy” to “I sit in pee” to “so much more wrestling than I expected,” and everything in between. It’s like nothing I ever could have imagined and everything …
How to Raise Secure Boys: Let them be Themselves!
Raising secure boys, *even* without sports! “You must be sooo busy with all your boys’ sports!” It’s a comment I get often as a mom of three boys. But I have to admit, it annoys me! Fact: Not all boys are into sports. Fact: There are gazillions of other interests in the world that can help …
Raising boys: What every mom needs to know
Raising 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.” …
Last-minute Halloween costumes: (easy, low-cost, DIY, fun)
Last-minute Halloween costumes are a reality sometimes even though Halloween rolls around the same date every year. I remember when I was in grad school, I was supposed to be out of town the day my friend was hosting a Halloween party. But I ended up being in town, costumeless, just hours before the party. …
The p word
The p word Let’s just get this out there. The p word. It sounds a little funny, it makes me a little uncomfortable, and I used to blush at the mere mention of it. Penis. That’s the word I’m talking about. There, I said it. (Sorry, Mom). It’s not a word I used or heard …
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 …