Rewriting Playtime

With one child, I spend an inordinate amount of time playing with superheroes and princesses. And I won’t lie: it’s torture. Until you’ve spent four hours pretending that Sleeping Beauty is feeding her Pretty Pony an apple, you can’t judge. If you have done this and liked it, you are a very sick person.

The Bedtime Two-Step

Let me assure you, no one “thinks” they are going into labor. You know. Which is what I wanted to tell the doctor-on-call when he condescendingly asked, “Are you sure?” I could go into deal about the “proof” of my labor, but I will spare you the graphic details. Just know that I wanted to hurl the said proof at the doctor on the other end of the line.

Are You Smarter Than a Preschooler?

Once I started tuning out the haters, I was left with my own commonsense, which wasn’t getting me too far. So I began to take parenting tips from Ava and her friends. Because here’s the thing: they’re brutally honest but without all the judgy.

I’ll Take my Ickies on the Side, Thank you.

 
“Know thyself”
                                    –Someone Ancient
I’ve been trying to figure myself out for 32 years. I’ve had a few missteps along the way­ (can you say Nirvana-inspired flannel?), but I’m making progress.
That said, I still have a ways to go. For instance, each month I am convinced that my husband has morphed into the devil [...]

Well, I NEVER.

At one point, I vowed that I would never buy my child plastic high heels

Momma’s Girl

For three and a half years, I have wondered if my daughter really belongs to me.