If you’ve ever read a board book to a toddler, you may have encountered this one: After 5 pages, or maybe the the thirteenth time it’s toddled up to your lap, you start omitting large swaths of story. Why would anyone in their right mind put this damn many words in a board book? It’s… Read More The board book: friend or enemy?
There’s a price I pay for ignoring myself. A million tiny times a day. I’m bored at the park but I go anyway, because the boys want to. And I sit there on the bench and feel a little less alive. I want to read my book, but I wash the dishes instead, because it’ll… Read More There's always space
This is the first time I’ve had a quiet house and an alert brain at the same time in nearly 2 months. Our family has plunged into several bold new frontiers. Among them, two parents with new part-time schedules(!!!), Cal starting a playgroup, and Jo (and me) staring wide-eyed at his new public school. The… Read More Mom triumphs over fears about kindergarten
I learned it from Kidpower, this kick ass group that taught our preschool about safety and strangers. (The reason Kidpower kicks ass is because they teach a whole boat-load of potentially freaky stuff in the spirit of personal power and curiosity, not fear.) Our Kidpower trainer did it first. This very together woman with a very together haircut and strong,… Read More Scripting my kids to emotional intelligence
Until just now, I found the thought of pre-school graduation mildly sickening. Something for wealthy kids in uniforms, for overly sentimental, clingy parents who iron their pants. But here I am. Looking forward to it. Wanting it. Needing a ceremony to help me say goodbye to the school that has been a refuge for me… Read More Coming to terms with preschool graduation
I think my son is possessed and I’m not sure I’ll survive the toddler years. This was a text I got last week from my friend D whose son is 3.5. Quick on the heels of that, I got this email from L, whose son just turned 2: It seems we have fully entered the… Read More Giveaway: Parenting Advice You Actually Want
I’m an excellent faker. Surface, social me is deeply devoted to lots of smiling and genuine, Mid-Western eye-contact. My interactions are all unconsciously coated in a thick glaze of I-exist-to-make-sure-you-feel-fantastic. I exude happy and approachable, regardless of my internal state. During sophomore year of college, a friend formed the outline of a rectangle with his… Read More Why complaining makes me happy