Dedicated To My Little Big Man

dearest son,

today, you turned 3 years old.

there is no one in this world that can melt my heart as quickly as you. that can turn my anger to laughter, sadness to joy, irritation to cheer in a matter of seconds just by a few words from your husky voice.

i’ll be honest … when you were in my belly, i used to worry that i wouldn’t be able to love you as much as your sister.  Continue reading

Can You Love Your Children Equally?

growing up the eldest of three kids, our parents raised us very differently.

i was the the guinea pig, so i got all sorts of f**cked up.
my younger sister witnessed the insane trouble i got in, turned out the exact opposite and was the perfect child.
by the time my brother was born 10 years after me, my parents basically didn’t care – his diaper didn’t get changed until it was so heavy, the crotch part was touching the ground.

i vowed that as a parent, i’d be completely fair, never compare my kids, love them equally, treat them the same. as soon as i became a parent for the second time, i realized what an idealistic naive idiot i was.

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Thrilling Thursday Thoughts (doesn’t it sound like i have a lisp?)

you know, just some stuff i HAD to get off my chest:

  1. why does my husband sound like he’s being strangled to death when he brushes his teeth?
  2. when my kids see a spider, they yell, “MOMMY, SPIDER KILL IT!” … not “DADDY, SPIDER KILL!”  deduce from that what you will. Continue reading

Bottom Line, What We Want For Our Kids Is To Be …

i was raised to believe that above all else – as a student, my sole duty was to get straight a’s.  it was not to have fun or enjoy life or experience different things.  it was to get an a in every one of my 6 subjects. i wasn’t allowed to work part-time because my job was to study.  but you know what they say … all work and no play makes jack a dull boy except for me, it was all work and no play makes for a crazy rebellious unhappy b**ch. Continue reading

Make Sure To Hit Her Back … But HARDER.

as a kid, i was at different times a bully and bullied.  i don’t think my daughter will ever be a bully – she just doesn’t have it in her.  she’s incredibly sweet and empathetic and nurturing.  being bullied by girls is especially painful because unfortunately, girls are natural born experts at isolating, pointing out your weaknesses in the meanest of ways, getting other girls to gang up on you.  one day you’re best friends, the next day, sometimes inexplicably, you’re the outcast.

in junior high, there were these two very popular bff’s but one day, one of them turned on the other with such fierceness that it was shocking. Continue reading

A Parent Is Only As Good As Their Dumbest Kid

i’ve said it it another post but there’s nothing quite like the instant bond parents have with one another. it’s the best and worst of almost every emotion. i can sometimes describe parenting in sort of a vague inarticulate way but i think the following folks capture it really well:

  • “It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver
  • “Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.” ~ Bill Cosby
  • “The truth is that parents are not really interested in justice. They just want quiet.” ~ Bill Cosby

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Mindful Courteous Pooping Only

it’s sad and slightly disturbing that it does but the toilet plays a large part in my life, whether it’s at home or in public. in fact, i have a post completely dedicated to poop. below is more focused on the toilet; read and commiserate please:

at home

  • my kids have tried to lift my tush while i’m doing my business to see what’s going on in there.
  • both my kids have the most clenchy butts in the universe – impossible to wipe thoroughly.

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