CCB (Cool College Babysitter) graduated from college almost a year ago. She’s still cool, but she’s not in college, and she doesn’t babysit anymore. Now she’s got a full time job. And in two weeks it’s Take your Daughter to Work Day. Seeing as she doesn’t have a daughter, she emailed me last week asking […]
Archives for April 2014
H-E-Double Hockey Sticks
This morning during the usual rush to get everyone strapped into their car seats, Number 7 was not cooperating. I was buckling Number 6, and she was climbing all over the car. Number 3 and 4 were losing patience. So was Number 5. She looked right at Number 7 and yelled, ‘NUMBER 7! JUST GET […]
Bring on the torture.
I’ve recently discovered yoga. Now I’m certainly no expert. I’m still a serious beginner. But I have attended a bunch of different kinds of classes. There are several different types of yoga. There is the mellow, meditation-y kind. The kind where you feel like you are receiving absolutely zero physical benefits. These are often called […]
You may not smell the smoke, but for your kids’ sake, wake up and smell the coffee.
Your kid lies to you. Your honor roll student. Your president of the student body. Your All-State athlete. Even your girl scout. Sure, there may be one exception to the rule somewhere, but those kids are few and far between. Of course, the degree of the lie varies. But it happens. So don’t be stupid. […]
Boys of Summer? Not just boys. Not if I have anything to do with it.
Number 3 loves baseball. LOVES it. And I have written before about how the sport has done wonders for his self esteem. I’ve written about it here. And here. Needless to say, with baseball season upon us, Number 3 is very excited. He’s excited to play rec baseball. He’s excited to play travel baseball. Well, he was. […]
Why I Don’t Bring My Preschoolers to Birthday Parties
Number 5 and 6 are both in preschool. Number 5 is in a 4’s class, and Number 6 is in a 3’s class. If you have kids this age, you know what that means. Invitations to at least 197 birthday parties throughout the school year. Back when Number 3 was in preschool and I was […]