By Kelly “Mom, I’m done eating. Can I go play now?” I scanned the plate across the table and the excited seven-year-old next to it. “Sure honey,” I acquiesced. “Have fun.” And with that, my daughter was out the door, on her way to fish. Or maybe swim. Or possibly make some sand art. Or…
Monthly Archives: July 2009
The Empty Seat
By Veronica I write this from one of our city’s most beautiful parks. Families pass me on bicycles shaped like Model Ts. Some of these bicycles seat six, the perfect number for our family. They remind me of the foot-powered cars in The Flinstones, and I have always wanted to be one of these families,…
Twice Upon A Potty
By DeeDee It is finished. The potty training, that is. I know, last week I said that I was giving up. Throwing in the toilet paper. Tossing out the baby with the bowl. And it felt good. The giving up. I placed the Pampers back in the changing table cabinet, while whistling a happy tune….
Spangled
By Stephanie Here’s an oldie but goodie. Happy 4th! Noah had his first sleepover at our house the other night. His little friend, just 6 years old, will celebrate the 4th today while his Mom serves in Iraq. She serves to protect my freedom while I complain about having to sweep the floor for the…
A Dose of Humor – Theories on Toddlers and Anatomy Terminology.
5 Minutes for Parenting’s weekly column, A Dose of Humor, is here to remind you to take your humor pill regularly as the best medicine to treat the side effects of parenting! It features a different blogger every week and is hosted by Rachel at Grasping for Objectivity in My Subjective Life. Now you can…
A Phone Call To Poison Control
By Beck “MOM! THE BABY IS EATING THOSE LITTLE BEANS GROWING IN THE FRONT YARD!” I went into the living room to find my son freaking out and my youngest kid with her hand full of little green seed pods, plucked from a tree in our yard. “I thought they were little baby green beans!”…
Cotton Candy
By Kelly Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated by cotton candy. Maybe it was because it was such an rare treat. In the days of yore (read: the 1970s), cotton candy was reserved for the circus or the fair or some other infrequent-but-storied event. I loved to stand next to the…