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 …

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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 …