In December 2002, during the Christmas vacation, Nathan, age seven, walked up to me, firmly positioned each hand — in a fist — on each hip and with feet nailed into the floor, questioned, “Mommy, how come you’re…
My friends are having babies
Or they already have a baby or two with a vasectomy penciled in on the calendar
We have reached a milestone, come Thursday my little bundle will be a month old. I know it has flown by and as a result of course she has grown and become fussy. This past week has been a mix of crying for no reason (though I suspect a week of foul weather…
She is six, I am thirty, she is in 5K, I have been working since before she was a thought. I make the rules, she follows the rules, but there are some times when I am mean. I am just so cruel you wouldn’t believe it. So here is my list of how to be a mean mom and…
