Bring it on: my son is a threenager

When my first born turned one, the google guides started referring to him as a toddler, but my baby he remained. Then we hit “the terrible twos,” and I finally accepted the toddler label, which I found to be endearing far more than it was terrible. Surely, I’ll change my mind when he hits “threenager,” I thought. Well, here we are, and once again I’m clinging onto a defiant optimism that three will be wonderful. Continue reading “Bring it on: my son is a threenager”

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Motherhood cannot be mastered; love and respect can

I have been blogging about motherhood far less these days. I’m knee-deep in navigating toddlerhood as well as still adjusting to parenting two under three. Add to that another cross-country move in two weeks. You could say life has been busy. Continue reading “Motherhood cannot be mastered; love and respect can”

The thing that drives me crazy, and also makes it all worthwhile

You know what drives me crazy these days? When people can’t take a joke. In parenthood, this happens all the time. There was a viral post that a wife left for her husband who was tasked with watching their kids all weekend. It was filled with the most fantastic dose of sarcasm I’ve read in a while, referring to their kids as “the others,” and basically preparing her partner for real-life battle. Continue reading “The thing that drives me crazy, and also makes it all worthwhile”