My 5-year-old son laid back on his starry sheets and looked up at the plastic-starred ceiling, armed for bedtime with matching pj's and a solid layer of picture books. “Mom, how do you know which way is forward?” He threw his arms up and pointed around wildly. “This way could be forward, or this way, … Continue reading Which way is forward?
Sweaty? Annoyed? Daydreaming of locking yourself in a bathroom with only a milkshake for company? Perfect, you’ve arrived. Welcome to late summer, the no-man’s-land of parenting. The early summer days of plans, energy, and optimism (and most camps) are gone. It’s an unstructured, windows-open hot* mess* (*literally), where high temps rule the day and mosquitoes rule … Continue reading Late summer is a (hot) mess