While India and I were off for our big weekend, Mark and the boys got to go to Knott’s Berry Farm to check out their new Valentine’s shows (and of course, ride a few rides). We had Karis spend the night at grandma’s so that Mark and the boys could be unfettered by toddler drama and height restrictions. Karis loves going to grandma’s, so each of my kids had an epic weekend of their own kind. If you aren’t familiar with Knott’s, it’s a local theme park that does lots of fun seasonal shows with . . .
that’s what SHE said: dogs for RAD kids, finger wagging at the president, finding black friends, ignoring advice, tweeting politics, and more . . .
Wonder Dog : A Golden Retriever Reaches a Raging Boy | NYTimes.com The science behind Iyal’s cognitive leaps is still in its infancy. Alan M. Beck, the director of the Center for the Human-Animal Bond at Purdue University’s College of Veterinary Medicine, is among those intrigued by it. “There is a real bond between children and animals,” he told me. “The younger the child, the greater the suspension of disbelief about what an animal understands or doesn’t understand.” According to Beck, . . .
should kids be punished at home for bad behavior at school?
We’re dealing with a bit of a predicament right now . . . we’re trying to decide how to respond as parents when one of our kids is in trouble at school. One child, who shall remain nameless though I’m sure it will be obvious who, is a bit of a class clown. On occasion, his teacher will pull me aside at pickup to let me know when he’s had a particularly bad day. This usually involves him being too loud, laughing obnoxiously, being silly for laughs, and other various forms of . . .
does love require work?
My friend Tracey wrote an interesting post about love today (you can read her post about making love work here). It spurred some interesting discussion in the comment section, and one commenter theorized that if love feels like work, it’s probably not going to work. I think this is an interesting question : is it really “love'” if it feels like work? I will confess, I have some strong opinions on this one, but I think it really depends on each person’s end goal. If the end . . .
january photo-a-day challenge
At the beginning of January, I noticed several friends on instagram taking part in a little photo challenge. It seemed like a fun thing to take part in , so I joined in. Each day there was a different prompt for a photo, which really got me thinking outside of the box. (The box being hundreds of snapshots of my children). I ended up really enjoying the challenge. In this stage of life where I feel like I can get so little accomplished, it was really nice to . . .
how to get beachy, relaxed waves (a hair tutorial)
Whenever I go in to get my roots touched up, my stylist always gives me these really loose, natural waves that I can never seem to replicate on my own. Well, I am happy to announce that I have finally figured out the secret. Today, much to my surprise, I woke up with perfect, beachy waves . . . and I’m going to share my secrets with you. Step 1: Get a really nasty cold. If you don’t have some preschoolers regularly infecting you with the germs of other small children, you can also . . .
iphone photo dump, mid-january 2012
One of the things I love about my kids is that they love to dress up. The girls spend most of their days at home in one costume or another. (And if not in a costume, Karis is usually in a diaper). Every day they find new and more creative ways to give me anxiety. Lately they’ve taken to using our headboard as a diving board. How we’ve never been to the ER is a question for the ages. New Year’s goal: go to the beach more. I’m really trying. This is India’s . . .
that’s what SHE said: the work of marriage, the problem with outsourcing, life after motherhood, inequity in schools, the legacy of Joe Pa, and more…
Scenes From A Marriage: January Kill | Flux Capacitor I want the bedroom to still. I want my sons to move quietly and my daughter to stop talking and asking and claiming and my baby to stop begging for breast every half hour and I want to lay on the mattress and feel adored and adoring. I want the mean slow freeze of January to release my husband. January is hard for him. Which makes it hard for me. I watch his angry, frustrated face, tired of being exhausted and struggling . . .
what I want you to know: life with an auto-immune disease
What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s post is by an anonymous reader. Life with an autoimmune disease is different everyday. Some days I look "sick" and no you don't need to tell me that I already know. On the days when my . . .
the slacker mom’s guide to homemade photo cards for valentine’s day
I’m not really a “handmade card” kind of mom. I think it’s lovely that other moms are, but at this stage in our family there is usually just not enough time in the day for me to indulge in my creative side . . . beyond staring at the things other people are doing on Pinterest. With Valentine’s Day approaching, though, I did decide to make some homemade cards, inspired in part by cards like this one. But, if I’m to be totally honest, it was also inspired by my desire to not have . . .
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