Today, we bring you a little bit of parenting humor... because who doesn't need a laugh after a long week?
Introducing Convos With my 2-Year-Old, a new series from Matthew Clarke. The basic premise - Clarke reenacts real conversations that he's had with his toddler. With an adult man.
Saying goodbye to the first year…means NO MORE BOTTLES!
“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” - Einstein
When my son was six months old, I took him to a Mommy and Me class, which was really about parent training: how to observe your child, rather than do things for him - even though Alessio could barely sit up and certainly refused to crawl.
"My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it." - Mark Twain
“Sienna hit me!” Alessio cries.
“She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s a baby. Just playing. A love tap,” I say. But in reality, my 14-month old has a death grip so strong I call her Shera Warrior Princess.
“To find yourself, think for yourself.” - Socrates
Remember a few blogs ago when I was dreaming of Paris? Well I’m here now with my two little ones on the first vacation we’ve taken as a full family of 4. I’m visiting a friend from the States, who has moved to Paris and is raising her two kids there.
Ever wondered what's it like inside the mind of a four-year-old? Here's a typical day:
4:30 a.m. Hmm…I’m half awake. It would be so much cozier in Mommy and Daddy’s bed - right smack between them where I can make my body seem almost twice as big, and Mommy and Daddy can pretty much kiss the rest of their sleep goodbye.
I’ve had ten months to ponder why my third child, my cherubic faced little girl, my last child is such a jerk.
Gasp, how could I say that? How could I call my adorable, chubby, babe such a name?
"There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life -- happiness, freedom, and peace of mind -- are always attained by giving them to someone else." - Peyton Conway March
I am trying to teach my son to share. I use big words like generosity, but he can’t say that yet. He shouts “Mine!” instead.
It’s about a shark-head bike helmet (ridged with pointy white teeth and a blue fin on top). He doesn’t want his little sister to even touch it. The merest tickle of her tiny finger along the helmet sends him into spasms of “Mine, mine, mine!”