4 Easy Steps To Mastering The Newborn Stage


Congratulations!  Now that your sweet little one is nestled into his carseat, and you are headed home from the hospital, it's time to review some very important rules for maintaining the health, dignity, self-esteem, emotional resilience, and future intelligence of your cherished offspring. Perhaps you've heard that there is a "proper" way to do this parenting thing.  There is. Intimidated?  You should be. Three days ago, you were in charge of deciding which brunch spot to wander into after you and your partner woke up at 10 am.  You were in charge of other grown-ups at work, and they could communicate their wants and needs to you in your language, and (mostly) in a timely manner.

Mothering Through The Darkness


  In just a few weeks, Max will turn 6 and Ben will turn 2.  My sweet, hilarious, curious, kind little boys are growing out of their clothes, growing out of their baby routines, and growing into little people who share their dynamic personalities with ease and laughter.  But they are not the only ones who have grown.  My motherhood continues to change me, to challenge me, to inspire me, to complete me, and to crack me open.  As parents, do we ever stop holding our breath long enough to look back and say out loud that we are making it?  That we are surviving?  That in the quiet moments after the kids have gone to sleep, or when we catch a glimpse of them playing together, or when we

How Do You Talk To Your Sons About Sex?


Dear Son, Last night, you wondered out loud why some mommies have girl babies in their tummies, and some mommies have boy babies. And so it begins.   We talked about how your DNA is like a recipe for how your body will grow.  We paused.  You asked more.  We talked about how daddies have sperm and mommies have eggs.  We paused.  You asked about robots.  We talked about robots.  That seemed like a good place to stop, because you are only 6. But later, as I congratulated myself on saying all the right things, I realized that this was the easiest that the conversation would ever be.  As you grow, we'll develop a laundry list of the typical things that parents of high-schoolers worry

Late To School (Again)


I laughed at a first grader who knocked over a row of bikes this morning. She was late to school, walking her bike the last few steps before parking it in front of the principal’s office.  “Come ON!” her mom begged.  “The bell just rang!”  Their footsteps tapped along the sidewalk in a familiar, choreographed dance.  I was on the last eight-count of my own uncoordinated morning performance, having nudged and prodded and rushed my five year old into his kindergarten class just seconds before. I had already walked past Little Miss Tardy when I heard the crash.  Caught up in the rush of the morning, she had flung her bike into the carefully arranged line of bright colored handlebars and

Don’t Love Me, Love Yourself


I have no idea how to breastfeed a baby properly. I've been doing it for 21 months, and I do it my way, and it works. I have no idea how to create healthy lunches that look like snowmen, or ninjas, or letters of the alphabet. I feed my kids what I can, and hope that they eat it.  They usually don't. I have no idea how to get your baby to sleep through the night. I have two children, and they sleep in a way that works for them, and works for our family.  And many nights they don't sleep, and I don't sleep, and it doesn't always work for our family. I have no idea how you should diaper your baby, when you should introduce solids, how you should discipline a toddler, or how

28 Days Of Play: Love Comes Crashing In


“Hiiiiiiiii-YAAAAAAAAAA” he yells, as he careens around the corner, pops up onto the back of the couch, and catapults himself into my lap on the living room floor. A tangle of wiry, thin 5 year old limbs collide with mine as I try to catch him, my arms instinctively wrapping around his back to brace his fall. My voice leaves my body before I can think to stop it. “MAX!” I yell! “Be careful!” He looks up at me with wide eyes, that quickly dissolve into a furrowed brow. “I’m sorry, Mommy.” he mumbles. “I was just trying to….”. And I cut him off. “It’s ok. You’re not in trouble. You just need to warn me before you do that, so that you don’t hurt my body….or yours.” And then, from the other

How Are Those Resolutions Treating You?


15 Ways To Lose Weight in the New Year!  10 Ways That I Will Be A More Present Mother in 2015!  479 Tips To Shedding The Pounds and Shedding The Shame! Well Happy New Year, parents everywhere.  If the magazine covers and the Facebook posts don't have you feeling terrible about yourself, then perhaps you haven't been paying attention. January 1st is no longer a new beginning, it's a deadline.  Don't think that you can hide behind your cart full of cute PJ's and juice boxes in the Target checkout line.  The tabloid magazines know you're there.  You might be so sleep-deprived that you don't realize you've spilled your latte on last pregnancy's maternity pants, but you can still (barely)