parenting

Enough with “Making Memories”, Most of Us Are Just Trying to Get Through the Week

I ran across the following little illustration on, I think, Facebook while firmly in the eye of the holiday storm, and I downloaded it and saved it, for later blogging purposes: Not because I thought it was cute or because it filled me with all the “awww”es.  No, because it prompted, verbatim (sorry, Mom), the(…)

Parenting in the Time of World Series

Parenting in the Time of World Series

(With all apologies to Gabriel García Márquez, whose book I have not read and whose title I have bastardized.  Probably I should read the book, if only to atone.) So, your baseball team is going to the World Series, you say?  Possibly for the first time in 30 years?  And you’re a sports fan?  Awesome!  That(…)

I Am Pavlov’s Dog

(And my three-year-old is Pavlov.) So, it’s no secret that three-year-olds are a whiny lot.  I would actually argue (based on my vast experience) that the threes are whinier than the twos, and I firmly believe that the fours are whinier than the threes.  I’ve had one other three-year-old before this, so clearly, I am(…)

Screw You, Toothfairy

Screw You, Toothfairy

Can I tell you guys a secret?  And you have to promise not to tell my kids.  Cool?  Okay. I hate the toothfairy. Well, maybe “hate” is a strong word, but in the world of make-believe, parent-operated beings, she’s my least favorite.  I mean, she wasn’t when I was losing my teeth.  God, no.  She was AMAZING(…)