I answer their questions
This week, I… talked about menstruation with my 9-y-o daughter, talked about childbirth with my 6-y-o son, and talked about HPV with my teenage son. Parenting is not for the timid.
Tag: parenting
Carl Sagan
Me: “Today is Carl Sagan Day.” Noah: “Who?” Me: “Oh, Noah. Get out your iPad and accurately describe Carl Sagan in 140 characters.” Noah: “Seriously?” Me: “Completely serious. Didn’t you ever wonder why your dad and I like to say bill-i-ons and bill-i-ons?” Noah: “No. You guys say LOTS of weird stuff.” You know that […]
fuzzy pictures, clear memories
That is probably the cleanest picture I took during my New York visit. I also like my less impressive, cell phone picture of the Bethesda Fountain. Neither picture is my favorite. My favorite picture was taken less than a minute after the sparkly Manhattan picture at the top of this post when I turned the […]
Not our finest moment
Me: “What did I just say to you?” Evan: “Stop running. Blah-blah. Quit throwing stuff. Blah-blah. Sit down.” Me: “Thank you for listening. Now, sit down.”
Rules for our fair visit
1. You may not have a bunny. 2. Don’t eat the food that is spilled on the ground. 3. Crying will not change the height requirement for rides. 4. If you insist on running ahead, you are going to spend a lot of time waiting for the old people to catch up with you. 5. […]
They call me… mom
knock-knock “Good morning ma’am. We’re here to tell you about…” “It’s pouring rain out here. Where’s your umbrella?” “We’re fine. We’re from the…” “May I give you an umbrella please?” “No thank you. We just wanted to talk about the book…” “I’m sorry, but I need you to get out of the rain.” “Uh, okay. […]
Still feral
Amy: “Mom! Evan’s on the trampoline.” Me: “Okay.” Amy: “He’s *naked.” Every window in the house is like a television whose channel can’t be changed, so I went to the trampoline channel/window. Tiny clothing was scattered on the ground in a pattern that could only be caused by tossing the clothing off of the trampoline. […]
Always my baby
“You keep calling me baby, but babies are only one. I’m five. Five year olds are awesome! Five year olds are not babies. It’s okay though. I still love you even though I’m not a baby.”
just a mom
I have gotten GREAT feedback from my histrionic post about Sarah leaving home. Some of it made me giggle. Some of it made me feel soooo much better. All of it was helpful. I am still scratching my head about the recurring theme in feedback that I am afraid of New York. I know I […]
Indoor outhouse
Freshly scrubbed to remove the nasty feeling brought on by washing a load of stomach bug bedding, I sat back in the bathtub to relax for a few minutes. Almost immediately after closing my eyes, something fell on my leg and I sat upright. I looked at my leg where the bruise was already forming. […]