Let’s just get one thing straight …. I am grateful for c-sections. I’m the woman they were made for. All four of my children came into this world via cesarean. They had perfectly round heads, cried right away and may not have lived if it weren’t for this medical intervention. And for that I’m beyond thankful. But c-sections still suck. (more…)
My husband and I just picked up our big boys (9-year old twins) after their first week at overnight camp. For my campers it was six days of no little siblings, no parents. For me, it was six long days, wondering what my kids are doing, if they actually woke up in time for breakfast, if they showered and if mold would be growing on their teeth (more…)
Every few weeks, I join the hosts of Fox6 Real Milwaukee to discuss topics important to parents. This morning we talked about corruptive companion behaviors. In other words, when should we parents be concerned that our kids’ friends’ bad behaviors will rub off on our children?
I managed to pack in lots of good information in this 5-minute segment. But I ran out of time to discuss day-to-day strategies parents can engage in to reduce the chances that children will adopt the bad behaviors of their friends. So, (more…)
I consider myself fairly self-aware. I consider myself an accepting person, who is slow to judge and celebrates others who are different than me. The folks I judge the most are those that judge others — which I’m actively working to get a handle on. Posts in my Facebook feed that accuse poor people or welfare recipients of being lazy, looking for government handouts and otherwise proclaiming that people with less are less than, make me want to scream. But, the other day my 9-year old called me out on my own prejudice. (more…)
So you need to get away. You need some adult time, girlfriend time, a date night with your spouse — anything that doesn’t involve changing diapers, mediating sibling arguments or buckling kids into car seats. But the thought of Little Jonny pining for you with outstretched arms and big tears streaming down his face is simply too much to handle. So you never go.
I’ve so been there. There were months (more…)