Feet

By Beck It would be really great if I could learn to enjoy that foot-in-mouth feeling that comes with saying something unintentionally really boneheaded. I feel it often enough that learning to enjoy the sinking self-loathing and embarrasment would be a big plus. Even worse, of course, is when I drop the ball with my…

They Like Us. They Really Like Us.

By Michael I decided my book on life lessons would be the absolutely perfect gift for graduates this year, so we conducted a survey of recent graduates to find out what life lessons they wish they’d known before they reached the ripe old age of 22. People who graduated over the past few years provided…

The Girl Who Made Me Mama

Right before 6 AM our door squeaked open and I heard her little feet, tiptoetiptoetiptoe, and the rattlerattlerattle of a white paper bag decorated with a yellow handprint daisy. And around to my side of the bed came the footsteps and stopped, pause, right in front of my face. And then she waited. And I…

Sorry, Mother’s Day has been moved

By Jenna “Can I have your attention, please? Due to complete overscheduling problems, mgmt. will be forced to move Mother’s Day to another Sunday this year, preferably on a Sunday of the Mother’s choice.” I need this to be read over the PA system of my life right now. I think May rivals December for…

Pregnancy Journal: The Calm Before The Storm

From 5 Minutes for Parentin By Kelly If all goes according to plan, I am one week away from having a baby. Of course, I’m aware that life can change in a heartbeat. I know the simple statement above is fraught with potential for disruption. But in the meantime, I’m going with it. Having a…

Plotting Against the Children

By Michael Marketing a book of life lessons takes you to all kinds of websites; none of which can compare to this one, of course. Recently, I ran into a troubling conversation that merits our consideration here. The topic was forcing your children into situations where they are certain to fail. The idea, as I…

I Don’t Know Who He’ll Be, Except Enormously Loved

I have a thing for little boy necks and little boy shoulders. Actually I have a thing for MAN necks and MAN shoulders (well, ONE man neck and ONE pair of man shoulders, as I have narrowed down the selection over the years!), but lately I’ve been drawn to Peabody’s pint-size version of these features….

Gavel

By Jenna Do you talk about other Moms behind their backs? Hmm… I went to a playdate recently. [I’ve got to stop going to these…]  And I met The-Mom-I-Can’t-Stand. Her kids were going to be homeschooled and that was the absolute best type of schooling, and anything else would be evil, and how dare I…

The Long Winter

By Beck My youngest brother came over last night and we watched a really, really funny and rather reprehensible movie (okay, it was Pineapple Express). And as I laughed and laughed, I realized how muted and subdued I’ve been for ages, how brooding and withdrawn I’ve been. Which is boring. Is there anything more boring…

Pregnancy Journal: False Labor

From 5 Minutes for Parentin By Kelly I suppose a lot of epiphanies happen in hospital beds. I had one Monday morning, just as the sun’s light warmed the horizon to a glowing tangerine and the birds burst into song to welcome a new day. And it is this: I know a lot of stories…