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A Simple Toddler Prayer for an El-Cheapo Swingset

A Simple Toddler Prayer for an El-Cheapo Swingset

My favorite part about tucking my toddler in each night (other than disciplining her multiple times for running out of her bedroom) is caressing her soft, smooth, round cheeks. I talk to her in a low voice, and wish her sweet dreams. The lights are very dim, but I can still see her liquid blueRead More

You. Have. No. Idea. A Cautionary Tale for New/Future Parents

You. Have. No. Idea. A Cautionary Tale for New/Future Parents

My sweet toddler has been sick for four days now. And if you’re squeamish, you may not want to read any further. But if you’re a new parent, or considering parenthood, I strongly urge you to hold your lunch and read on. After all, I believe expectation management is the key to happiness. If youRead More

Facebook at 1 a.m.

Facebook at 1 a.m.

There’s nothing like Facebook (and a pumpkin muffin from Panera), to distract you while your toddler is crying it out in her room at 1 a.m. (She’s fine, just mad I won’t give her milk.) Here’s a little poem I wrote about items from my news feed to commemorate the occasion. Laundry mishap Mommy rantRead More

Count your blessings. Each cry. Each scream. Each breath.

Count your blessings. Each cry. Each scream. Each breath.

It’s 3 a.m. Do you know where your children are? Mine are upstairs in their bedrooms. One sleeping soundly. The other in the throes of a full-blown tantrum, beside herself that I’ve finally stopped giving her milk at night. It was a bad habit. One that needed to be broken. And as much as itRead More

You want to be a big girl? Wish granted.

You want to be a big girl? Wish granted.

  Just a couple of days ago, I was freaking out that my 17 month old is already escaping from her crib. Like always, I took to Twitter and Facebook crowd sourcing for ideas. Should I move her to a toddler bed? Give her a serious talking to? Let her take our bed and we’llRead More

Game on. She’s escaping the crib.

Game on. She’s escaping the crib.

At 15 months old, my youngest escaped from her crib for the first time. I heard her crying upstairs, and knew the sound was a little too close to her door. We were shocked. And scared. We weren’t ready. She wasn’t ready. But fortunately, the fall must have scared her, because she didn’t try itRead More