The Challenge of Eating Out with a Toddler
Never again. Never again will I step foot in a restaurant with my three-year-old. If you even hear me utter the words, were going out to breakfast, lunch or dinner with the kids, tie me up and lock me in a closet. Make sure I have some water though, as I tend to get thirsty quickly. Only five ounces though, anything more and Ill be sure to wet myself.
Build Your Children’s Confidence!
I have always said that the single most difficult thing to do as a parent is to sing your childrens praise only because its constant, never-ending praise. The you are so smart, funny, cute, fast, a great artist, baseball, soccer, lacrosse, football player etc. is mentally exhausting. I never got that as a child. I was the last of five girls, and I am sure that by the time I came flying out …
How I Overcame Post-Partum Depression
Seven years ago, I gave birth to my first little bugger. I honestly can say that I dont know where the time has gone. Seven years flew by with a snap of my fingers, I can remember every detail about his delivery and our first night home yet I cant tell you what I did two hours ago. I was the stereotypical, SNL episode mocking of a first time mom, maybe even a …
Bringing My A Game
My three-year old has just hit the prime of the terrible twos (I guess he waited to make a grand entrance), with the strength of the Hulk, the charm of Hugh Grant, and the speed of Superman. My house is child-proofed for Hannibal Lecter. All kitchen chairs are tied to the table, there are no knick-knacks or picture frames around the house, cleaning supplies are above the sink, any other piece of furniture that can be moved is in storage and we dont use any knifes, we cut our food with lasers.
Spring is in the air!
The air is fresh with possibilities and all around me happiness is bursting at the seams (the groundhog did say Spring will be here in 6 weeks!) much like the ending of every Disney fairytale, but for me? Well, I feel like Ive been covered in snow I am barely breaking through the surface, I am still stuck in the winter blues and my only thought is Holy Canoli, Memorial Day is closer than I think! I still have my holiday ass on and I got major work to do for that half marathon I signed up for in 10 weeks, let alone storm around in a bathing suit.