I recently visited my daughter and four grandchildren, aged two to eight. When I left I went to each grandchild for a hug and kiss. When I got to the two-year-old I knelt down and hugged and kissed her. I rocked back on my heels as she gave me the royal wave of good-bye. How cute, I thought. Then she extended her little arm, Read the rest of this entry
My husband and I decided that when our children were 11-years-old, we would tell them about sex. This way, we figured, they would hear it from us before finding out from friends or the rest of the world. We wanted them to understand that sex was a beautiful thing, and didn’t want them to think it was something bad, dirty, or shameful.When our oldest turn 11, my husband took him to lunch at McDonald’s for The Talk. When they got home again, I asked my son how it went. Did he understand? Did he have any questions? He looked at me wide-eyed, then pointed at my pregnant stomach. Read the rest of this entry
When my two youngest were two and three-years-old, I walked in from doing something in the other room for only five minutes! I opened the trash can to throw something in and saw lots and lots and lots of Read the rest of this entry
When our two boys were about three and seven, we never had more than one working toilet at a time. I don’t know why they felt the need to put foreign objects in them. One day the plumber was “snaking” the toilet and out popped a Read the rest of this entry
It’s a good thing the theater was dark. When I took my two-year-old son to see “The Lion King,” he was overwhelmed by the part where all the animals are lined up to greet the new king. When the music finished its crescendo and finally came to an end, my son Read the rest of this entry
When it was bedtime for us, the parents, we walked down the hallway, only to hear quick, startled movements from our children’s bedroom. My husband cracked the door open and peered in. All was silent for a moment, then, slowly, two sets of eyes appeared, one from under a pillow, another from beneath a blanket. “Uh-oh! Danger!” said the five-year-old.
My husband chuckled. Bolstered by his reaction, the younger daughter brought her entire head out of hiding with a grin and said, Read the rest of this entry
I told my six-year-old son the story of the boy who cried wolf. At the end, I asked if he understood the moral of the story. He said, “Yeah, that boy had really bad Read the rest of this entry
On the way to the store this afternoon, my son was particularly irritable and whiny. I realized, and exclaimed aloud, that I forgot to give him a snack. My ever-observant and critical four-year-old daughter piped up from the back, Read the rest of this entry
My three-year-old was being even more of a picky eater than usual. When I was struggling to get her to touch her chicken, I thought providing a less desirable option would do the trick. So I asked her, “Do you want to eat your chicken or Read the rest of this entry
Some of you may have seen this already, but I’m sure it’s worth another read. It was sent to me by a follower for your entertainment. (Thank you, Ginny!)
If You Give a Mom a Muffin
If you give a mom a muffin, she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it. So she’ll pour herself some.
The coffee will get spilled by her three year old. She’ll wipe it up.
Wiping up the floor, she will find some dirty socks. She’ll remember she has to do some laundry. Read the rest of this entry