Mom talks to young son about body, fails miserably.

With all the testosterone floating around our house, rearing boys with healthy relational and physical boundaries is at the forefront of my mind. The thought of trotting out the birds and the bees in writing is enough to make a gal squeamish. Never mind trying to explain it to your sons. (We’ll save that for another day, and mostly for their dad.) But…

Today’s the day.

Have I ever told you how much I love Valentine’s Day? Well. [Sheepish grin.] [Looks down at floor.] [Clears throat.] Forgive me. If there’s ever a day to unabashedly declare my love for people, today’s the day. Now, life at a law firm has taught me that not everyone is a “hugger.” And that’s okay….

My pet Iguanas.

Greetings, long lost friend. I’m squinting at my computer screen through a plume of Lysol as I peck at this post, trying to account for January. My little petri dishes have cycled bug after bug over the past month, but last week truly merits a tribute. Our Andy had been fighting the vomit comet days…

My one shining moment.

By now you know this blog is a form of therapy for me. Yes, you repeatedly lend me your ears. I gladly fill them each time. You wear your therapist hat. I pull you into my weather pattern and expect you to shelter me there. So here I am again, perched on your sofa. But…

The new normal.

Here we find ourselves three months into life with two children, having nose-dived to this point if I were being candid. How do people with multiple wardens do it? One moment, I’m hovering around my two, radiating warm fuzzies, hoping they’ll take online college courses and live with me forever. Next, I’m nursing a frantic…

Weeks deep in big boy undies.

You had to be wondering when you’d hear a post about potty training. After all, our boy is off to college now. C’mon, people. He’s not even three yet. Plus he’s undergone immense change. Plus it’s important not to prematurely force bladder control. Plus he’s a boy. Plus he’s undergone immense change. Plus his mom…

Old habits die even harder.

With the birth of our second bundle, my parenting experience continues to evolve. After all, I now have two wardens to answer: But I just knew this opportunity at second-round parenting would redeem my prior misfit ways. I would be more seasoned. I wouldn’t shirk routine. I would make my bed weekly. I wouldn’t fix…

I’ve missed you.

Hi. Hi. Hi. Can I just say that I’ve missed you? Yes, I have. We must catch up. You’ll have to excuse my radio silence of late following the recent birth of our second bundle. I now spend my days as a milk cow, wondering if my two-year-old is in the other room playing with…

Snaps. Claps. Laughs.

I used to think my two-year-old was temperamental. Until I became full-term pregnant in the heat of the summer. Rubber-band emotions. I snap back and forth between laughing and crying. Often laugh-crying, like a creepy psychopath. I blame the hormones but fear I’ve had a permanent personality shift. Lord, help us. Like when one of…