Mother nature has not been so kind to us this year. There was the earthquake . . . and then we had a flood. And since then, we’ve been hoping that our quota for catastrophe has been met for a long, long time. But still, there have been the little things. Like the glass slider shattering into a million pieces when Jafta was trying to close it, leaving a gaping 10-foot hole in our living room. I haven’t mentioned this on the blog in a while, because I thought it . . .
five is my favorite age
“I have a plan. The plan is to one day throw paper airplanes at the ice cream truck. It’s not going to be easy. But I’m never going to give up on this idea.” -Jafta Howerton I’ve always had an affinity for five-year-olds. When I was a teenager, I taught Sunday School at my church, and the five-year-olds were my class. I just adored this stage – when they are developing their own little personalities but still have such an innocent curiosity about the . . .
the public meltdown
My first column is up with OCMoms at the Orange County Register’s website. Thanks for all of the great questions yesterday! I started this week with a common scenario: the public tantrum. Dear Kristen, How do I handle my 3-year-old's tantrum at the grocery store? --Caren The public tantrum. It’s a scenario that most mothers know well...and one that can increase the heart-rate of even the most seasoned parent. Some of my most frustrating parenting . . .
2pm
Today at Mama Manifesto, all of our writers took part in a “ten on ten” experiment: we each posted a photo of what we were doing for ten consecutive hours. It was fun to see the results. My assignment was 2pm: 2 pm, by Kristen: Two siblings, engaged in an epic battle: Will we play princess dress-up, or beanbag spaceship? Finally, a compromise. To see the rest of the day’s compilation, head on over to Mama Manifesto. In other scenes from our day, the kids playing dress up: . . .
the doctor* is in
*I am not a doctor I have a new writing gig that I’m really excited about. I am going to be writing a weekly column for the Orange County Register’s website. It’s going to be an advice column . . . sort of. Parents can write in asking their burning questions from silly to serious, and I will reach into my toolbox as a family therapist (or my well of sarcasm, depending on the issue) and give my feedback. Or, if I’m stumped, I will throw it back to the readers to . . .
a moment like this
I went to an Idina Menzel concert this afternoon. IT. WAS. AMAZING. Even though my fantasy of Taye Diggs joining her onstage for a duet did not happen. Nor did they spot me sitting in Row 112 Seat K and ask me to come down, sing a number with them, and then become a sisterwife. But unmet expectations aside, she put on a good show. When I got home I had several notifications on facebook. It seems that Kelly Clarkson gave Rage Against the Minivan a little shout-out . . .
our adoption story
God Story: The Howerton Family from ROCKHARBOR on Vimeo. . . .
ants in my pants
When someone asks me what I blog about, I often describe my blog as a collection of humiliating stories about myself. And then I ask myself, 1) why do I take glee in telling such stories, 2) why do I seem to have such a plethora of such stories, and 3) why do others enjoy reading them?I’ve leave the last question for you to ponder. But for your schaudenfraude pleasure, here’s what happened on Wednesday night.I was preparing for class, as usual. Wednesday is always a frantic . . .
weighty issues: some not-so-shocking revelations
In the past few weeks, there have been two media stories dealing with weight issues. swirling around the blogosphere. The first was the uproar over a Marie Claire blog post, in which a staff blogger wrote openly about her disgust with overweight people on a new television sitcom. Sensitively titled “Should Fatties Get a Room?”, the author states: So anyway, yes, I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... . . .
capturing the elusive family photo
I love the tradition of photos with Christmas cards. I really do. I look forward to getting them every year, and I put them in a scrapbook each year that I pull out during the holiday season. It’s always fun to see how our friend’s families (and hairstyles) are changing with each new year. I even love the Christmas letters. I often here people mock the tradition. Who really those things? Um, I DO. And then I go to my mom's house and read all the . . .
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