We’re finally all packed up, and everyone is buckled and already said their piece about how strange it is that Mama’s driving this time (because I never choose to), and Daddy has his laptop open, ready to work. We’re going to get moving, after two hours of trying....read more
Photo by Helen Montoya Henrichs. Merry Christmas! I know that you all are secretly dying to hear from me about my truly exceptional kids, so I decided that this year, instead of a card, I would just send out a Christmas newsletter so I could hide my bragging beneath a...read more
Husband: Give me the fly swatter. 4-year-old: But I want to die a fly. Husband: You want to die a fly? Me: Well, that is quite an aspiration. 9-year-old: Mama, I have DNA samples of myself on my desk. Me: Oh, really? 9-year-old: Yeah. A fingernail, a toenail and hair....read more
This picture is called "This is What Happens Five Minutes After the Kids Get Home from the Grandparents." I don't even know how this happened. I just remember going out to the car to get the baby and their suitcases, and I walked back in to a paper/stuffed animal/book...read more
I’m a working mom. I’m really good at what I do. I studied for four years in college and ended my time with a degree in journalism and English. I used to work as a managing editor for a newspaper, and I rocked that job every single day. Before that, I was a reporter....read more
Sometimes I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job as a parent. Relationships are good, all those consequences we’ve put into our Family Playbook—a list of infractions and their expected consequences—are well understood, the house is in almost perfect order.
And then my children wake up.read more