My kids, like most, have memories like a steel trap. Remember that time you promised us ice cream and then we didn’t get any? You mean the time your brother was running 104 temperature and we were trying to get him to the hospital, that time??? I dunno, maybe. But you still owe us an…
Tag: raising kids
There’s No Medal At the End of Motherhood
Last night some friends and I went to see Bad Moms. After explaining to the non-Americans that yes, shit like that really does happen in American PTA meetings, we talked about the idea of women doing it all. Why do women so often feel that no matter what we do as mothers it is never enough? Why…
The Only Advice You Ever Need
When my kids were young, every waking, walking, talking moment was an important teaching moment. So many things to impart, to model, to drive home: names and ABCS, numbers and how to fold a slice of pizza to eat it NY style. I taught them how to take turns, how to climb the steps to…
We’ve Come a Long Way, Baby
Recently a mom friend rocked up to the school-yard with her latest accessory: a brand new bundle of squirmy baby-liciousness. Within moments, every woman within a hundred foot radius who still possessed vaguely functioning ovaries felt a primordial tug toward her. As one multi-limbed Earth Mother entity we made our way over to her to coo and coddle,…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 