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
*Record scratch* OK, let me be more realistic with that title: The day I stopped yelling at my kids AS MUCH. Because there was a specific day, and a specific moment that changed me. (Continued on Dallas Moms Blog)
"Mom, who won the Civil War? Did we win?" my 9-year-old daughter asked me the other day, grabbing a Capri Sun from the fridge. Hold that flimsy straw while I unpack: #1. "We" in her question = the South, because me and my husband and my kids are so Southern. Generations Southern. And white. #2. Yes, she … Continue reading To my Southern, white, smart, opinionated girl
As far as I know, there are two ends of the spectrum with in-laws: The Unicorn — that miraculous relationship where a woman and her in-laws are seamlessly co-annexed into each other’s family; everyone just hugs all the time — and The Opposite — the entertaining-to-hear-but-not-live-out drama; the reason no one said “Huh? I don’t get it” when a … Continue reading Your mother-in-law wants you to read this
"What's that thing on your arm?" Heaven bless the child who asks me this, for they have unknowingly just stepped into a fully-formed crash lecture on diabetes from the lady who talks a whole lot more than they expected. "I am SO glad you asked! It's an insulin pump. Let me tell you: your body has … Continue reading The easiest unofficial crash-course on Type-1 Diabetes EVER
As usual, I've been mom-ing all over the place these days. Your basic best-attempt-at- raising-good-humans stuff. But as you may (or may not) know from my last similarly-named post, sometimes the lesson reverberates back to me and strikes me as a decent application for myself and likewise the rest of humanity. So, in conclusion: me … Continue reading More mom quotes for all y’all
Hi Dallas friends, due to a few changes we still have TWO SWEET PUPS available for adoption! Meet Big Boy and Kanga, and let me know if you're interested in making one a furry addition your family. -The pups are 8 weeks old (born on July 4th!) and have had their first check up and round … Continue reading Puppies, anyone?
In honor of my little guy turning 4 this week (OK, last week-I procrastinated too long on this post), I again "posterized" some of his quotes from his final weeks as a curly-haired, truck-toting, talkative (so. talkative.) 3-year-old. So, enjoy this final edition. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll be an equally inquisitive 4-year-old. And … Continue reading More deep thoughts from my 3-year-old
Yep, that was my child tantruming. Again. Laid out, screaming. SCREAMING. Refusing to leave the doctor's office. It wasn't my baby or my toddler (both of whom I was also juggling as we tried to make a much less dramatic exit), but my dear oldest, who was about five years old at the time. The offense? … Continue reading Confronting resentment in parenting a strong-willed child
I have a child who is FIERCE. She is a warrior, a storm. Everything with her is intense, reactive, leading. She is literal, stubborn, serious; she was born ready for a fight and determined to go whichever way she wanted. I wasn't prepared for her. I don't think I could have been. She exhausts me. … Continue reading The in-between moments with a strong-willed child
