Moments in Stellar Parenting: Ice Cream for Breakfast
Two year-olds do this thing where they really seem to be listening, taking it all in, just getting you. And then they pull the old switcheroo.
Am I Accidentally Raising Spoiled Kids?
When I was a young child, around my oldest daughters age, we didnt have much. Moving into a small rental house with my newly separated mother we made do with just the essentials – if that.
My Secret Nanny Shame
While Im working on this weeks column, my nanny is in the other room giggling with my babies.I never ever in a million zillion years thought I’d have a nanny. The whole having a nanny thing is completely out of my comfort zone and although its going on ten months that weve had Liz, and I should be used to it by now, the weight of it still catches me by surprise. The other day I was at Western Bagel grabbing breakfast with my friend Diana when we ran into a mutual friend I hadnt seen in awhile.
Facebook Saved My Marriage (After Almost Destroying It…)
Marriage is hard work. It so easy for me to drift apart for periods of time from Jon while dealing with the trials and tribulations of navigating the early intervention system for our twins, navigating the public school system for Elby and attempting to ensure our house doesnt smell like cat pee -and we dont own a cat – take a moment with that one.
Tweet This!
Twitter can bite me. Yeah, I know, I know, get with the social media program or get left behind. Its not like I dont have a Twitter account. I do. I got my account about a year or so ago so that I could keep up with the Joneses (if its even called the Joneses -seeing as I know no one with the last name Jones and Im way behind on hip terminology -I still use phat as an adjective) but Im having trouble giving a shit about what anyone tweets or twats or twitters or whatever you call it. Whatever!