My mother used to say “it’s hard to grow up”. This was typically after one of her children had bonked their head or fallen down or had experienced a consequence for some undesirable behavior. I’ve found myself saying it to our boys, too, and usually under similar circumstances: learning how to ride a bicycle and… Read More It’s hard to grow up.
I love the idea of a play-room. Some spot in the house where all of the toys can remain and the kiddos can go off and play, leaving the rest of the house looking clean, picked-up, and not like a wild bunch of hooligans live there. In fact, having a play room was a big… Read More Kids in the Kitchen
Our latest parenting conundrum has been how to help Joseph give up his pacifier. This is no small feat. Joe will turn 3 next month. He has a pacifier at his nap and overnight. He’s very attached to it. We tried giving it up cold-turkey when he turned 2 – misery! After 5 nights of… Read More Bye Bye, Pacifier
What do you do when you have a 2 year old who starts throwing things? I’m not talking about throwing a soft squishy Nerf ball or a teddy bear – I’m talking throwing his big plastic dump truck or his mini Radio Flyer red wagon. Stuff like that. Hard, heavy stuff that hurts (speaking from… Read More Collecting for Discipline
I’ve come across all sorts of things in the process of our moving and packing. Some I’d remembered and some were pleasant (and funny) surprises. Like my sister’s piggy bank. Don’t worry, Val – I’m keeping it safe for you. And I know that it’s yours because it’s got your name written on the bottom. … Read More Boxes of Memories
This is such a sweet, moving message from a dad to his daughter. Even though we have a son, I found it sweet, touching, and it brought tears to my eyes.
