I’m not getting out of bed December 26th

I’m tired. Someone has decided that he likes to party all night. Naked party. It doesn’t matter which bed he is in or who offers to keep him company. There is nothing he wants to do but have a good time. Not only does it keep me from getting any sleep, it takes away the […]

Clone me. Please.

The last two weeks of school before the winter holidays are like one long, long party. The students take gifts, money and food every day for something fun. The teenagers have finals, but their minds are on gifts. The tween gets his report card three days before Christmas, but his mind is on getting his […]

my ears, my ears

Remember Noah’s first concert? I do. It was an experience that brought tears to my eyes. Tonight is Noah’s second concert. Don’t you think it’s my turn to stay home with the other children so that Doug can savor the very special experience for himself? I wouldn’t want to deprive him of the joy parenting […]

putting holes in my baby’s ears

Since I want to keep my worst mother ever award, I’ve agreed to let Sarah go with all of her friends to get their ear cartilage pierced. It’s not the extra ear piercings that bother me. It’s the addictive nature of piercings. It’s her ears though, so my only dog in this fight is hygiene. […]

twilight sleeping

Since last week’s mucus party, Evan has been going to sleep in our bed instead of his crib. Evan slept between us for almost two years and I loved every minute of it. No. I loved ALMOST every minute of it. I love tucking his head under my chin and breathing in so deeply that […]

games parents play

I don’t play the “how long was your labor” game with other moms. I’m content allowing myself to do what mothers are supposed to do. Forget the bad and remember the good. I will play you a game of “my child is a terrible sleeper” anytime. For example, MY 2-year-old was saying “Thank you” over […]

my mommy packed for me

The boys are going camping in the mountains this weekend. I asked them to put whatever they want to take on the table so that I could get it packed today. Noah put 2 pairs of shorts, 3 short sleeve t-shirts, 8 pairs of socks, a bird call, a head lamp, a hard cover book, […]

thinking of pinning socks over his hands

Every night, Evan gets tucked into his crib for the night and every night he announces himself shortly afterwards. “I nekkid!” We’ve tried duct taping his diaper, diaper pinning his jammies and even the old backwards jammies trick. Still, he removes the offensive sleeping apparel and the leak containment device. The only thing worse than […]

Noah and the escape clause

Everyone except the 2-year-old has chores that they are expected to do daily. Noah’s job is emptying the trash whenever the can is full. He hates his chore. No. He hates ALL chores. And work of any kind. Noah wants to put forth the least amount of effort needed to get the maximum amount of […]

Tommy’s gift to us

When first time parents meticulously detail their labor and birth plans, I snicker inside. Childbirth rarely goes as planned, yet parents still think they can control their children’s destinies. Although frequently unspoken, parents have long lists of expectations for childhood, education, career and life. When your child is born different, you throw all your preconceived […]