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Is it a technique thing?
Okay, I seriously don’t understand how to do dinner prep with small children. Many of you have similar creatures, and many of you seem to be functioning at more than a basic level. So please: share...
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Okay
My heart is broken and the sheen has gone off this glorious season of sun and school-less freedom. Why? Today Butter said, “okay.” No big deal to you, I know. But for six months he has said, “Haykoe.”...
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Your baby or your life: wilderness edition
The family and I went camping and as we checked in heard the same dire warnings that we’d heard before: our local bear problems mean lock up every single thing that smells like food. Not in your car,...
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Sad-sack-itis
Today, my two-year-old asked for help with his wooden train tracks. His trains were upstairs, his train tracks were downstairs, and he preferred relocating the relatively large, intricately linked and...
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How Parenting is Like Camping
All the parents who hate the dirt, bugs, and lack of showers implicit in camping already know from the title why having children is like camping. Dirt. Bugs. Lack of showers. But I feel the need to...
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First day of First Grade
Oh, bloggity blogosphere. Hold me, for I am wrecked. I wanted everything to go right today. Yesterday Peanut was terrible to his brother, and confessed when I asked why he seemed to bent on emotional...
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Glory be.
Oh, gentle readers, winds of change are blowing through Chez Naptime. The chaos and the panic and the frustrations are lately vacillating toward harmony. Not quite sure when it started. This summer was...
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Quality of Life
You know what, six-and-three-quarters-year-old? If you tell the toddler he’s wrong every time he does or says something, he’s going to be mad. And he’s relatively inarticulate. His defense mechanisms...
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You’re not terrible.
Tonight during our interminable bedtime ritual, the rollercoaster of “I love you…when will this nonsense end…I love you…I can’t take this one more stinking minute…I love you…good god what is it now,”...
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Keep Your Hands Inside the Ride at All Times
This morning, Butterbean came padding into our room and climbed wordlessly into bed between us. I moved the covers so he could snuggle down, and I promptly ignored him. I’ve trained him to expect to be...
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How bipolar is bipolar?
Just how Dr. Jekyl/Mr. Hyde do I have to get before I can self diagnose as bipolar and self medicate with alternating doses of chocolate and cabernet? I’m asking because spending a lot of time with a...
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How do you talk to a friend with cancer?
I’ve found in the past few weeks that the fastest way to kill a blog is to post long, depressing content about a challenging houseguest. So now I’ll revive my blog with everyone’s favorite topic:...
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Lack of Grace
Facing death is challenging regardless of how it comes. Humans, as the only creatures aware of their mortality, deal not at all well with death. Impending death, malingering death, looming death,...
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Boston, one year later
We’re leaving for Boston soon (nice try, creepy burglar people, but we have a housesitter and trained attack kittens) and I’m so excited. Friends I haven’t seen in years, research for my novel, the...
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Super Fly
As Peanut developed his birthday present wish list this year, he got engaged in a writing project in class. They’re working on nonfiction writing, and are researching to become experts, then writing a...
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