Monthly Archives: February 2010

The Plumber’s Crack

By Dee Dee My morning began as I stood bunion deep in overflowing toilet water. Flannel pajama clad, plunger in hand, I watched as the water kept rising, then crested, and finally came cascading over the rim onto the cheap linoleum.I had two choices to make in a hurry. (Well, three if you count crying…

Segues

Guest post by Jenna My kids are the king and queen of effortless and seemingly random segues in conversations. [No, not the things you ride around on. It would seem I’m pretty good with dictionary.com – “segues”:  any smooth, uninterrupted transition from one thing to another.] This morning: My 2 year-old daughter K:  What’s that…

Trees

By Beck Last week’s post here was a doozy. And yes, it IS sad that our children’s childhoods are so fleeting from our perspective, that our pretty children do not stay. But it is also not sad. Children grow up like young plants, taking the knees out of their jeans and sprouting up out of…

Pregnancy Journal: What Not To Say

From 5 Minutes for Parenting By Kelly My husband is a rock during childbirth. Not only is he great in stressful situations – particularly useful when I started bleeding profusely after the birth of our first daughter; he held the gauze and the light for the midwife while she stitched me back together – but…

Money Matters

By Michael During the Depression, as my dad explained it, your uncle or grandfather might reach into his pocket, pull out a few coins and tell you to take one. If there was a quarter and a penny in his outstretched palm, dad said, you took the penny. If you took the quarter, you might…

The New Generation of Secure Parents. Day One.

By Megan As I’ve struggled lately with my sense of value and worthiness and significance, it’s come fully and forcefully to my attention that the time has well and truly come to face these issues in myself head on. What once were a flock of annoying crows that’d swoop down to land on my tiny…

Monosyllabic

Guest post by Jenna It just dawned on me the other day how much dumber I have become since being a mom. Don’t get me wrong – I can quote you the names of the best baby foods, the prices on diapers each week, and the pros of breastfeeding past one year of age, all…

The End

By Beck I’ve started – I noticed today with a little shock of possibly amusement – started watching for mentions of families with children older than mine. My oldest will soon be eleven, and so I look for mentions of children who are 12, 13, 14, for stories of people happily parenting children who are the…

Pregnacy Journal: Boxes of Memories

From 5 Minutes for Parenting By Kelly Seven boxes of memories are stacked in the spare room right now, waiting for me to shed my coat of melancholy so I can sort through them. It will be a job that requires the emotional detachment worthy of a Vulcan (or Dr. Cox from “Scrubs” ). Each…

Faded Memories

By Michael The girls get veto power over the memories I share on this blog, because I have the opportunity to embarrass them more than I bring shame upon myself. It’s only fair and, truth be told, they probably have some embarrassing secrets to share about me. Of course, I don’t know what those secrets…