Category: parenting

And just when you thought nothing could get more random that synchronized diving, we decided to celebrate the Olympics at our house by starting a brand new sport:  co-ed naked trampoline bouncing.  Although I’m thinking certain anatomical challenges might make this sport less than attractive for the adult male population of our species.  Plus there’s the FCC to consider.  [...]

Moms complain incessantly about the sneaky, manipulative and, well, hormonal ways of their teenagers (to put it quaintly).  And I’m sure teens come with a bevy of tricks up their sleeves.  I get that.
What I don’t get, however, is why those same mamas don’t tell you this behavior can start much, much earlier—say, at age two?  Okay, so maybe [...]

Well, since Finley is still on a semi-nursing strike, all I really have the energy to do is post a few photos from our Mom’s Night Out event last Saturday. 
 You know you’re not a spring chicken anymore when the old eyelids start drooping before midnight.  Sigh.
We went to an interactive mystery/ comedy dinner theater.  The [...]

So, I’m sitting here, on this beautiful, sunny, warm California early-spring day, and I’m wondering something.  No, I’m not wondering about the musical chirping of the birds, or if we’ll have a nice summer this year, or even who’s going to win the stinkin’ Democratic nomination  (by this point, it could be my dog Fergie for all [...]

Why am I jumping up and down with glee?  Because together, my miraculous, wonderful, brilliant daughter and I finally mastered the most crucial of developmental milestones.  The grandaddy of them all.  The motherload.
For all you newbies out there—no, I’m not talking about walking, talking, or feeding herself.  Why on earth would I be excited about any [...]