On the Road Again: 10 Trip Tips
I’ve been meaning to get down to see my brother and his family since they moved to New Orleans two years ago, and Spring Break is coming up, so: Road trip! Naturally. It’s been awhile since we indulged in the old family travel classic.
That’s the Breaks
Dave and the kids are up the street at the new town ice rink, their latest outdoor addiction, leaving our home in a blissful state of peace and quiet. I’m snuggled into the couch, mere pages into my book, when I hear the screaming.
My Dirty Little Secret
Ok, here’s something I’d like to get off my chest: I pay someone to clean my home.
How can something that feels so right still feel kind of wrong?
Top 10 Tactics for Surviving Hosting Thanksgiving
One year, when my mother-in-law was recovering from surgery, she asked if I wouldn’t mind taking over her Thanksgiving hosting duties, just that once.
Can You Say Cheese?
When the photographer texted to say she was running late, I stared at her words for a few seconds, waiting for them to make sense. Our family photo shoot was on the calendar for the next weekend.
Go, Go, Garage Sale!
To be fair, had I not recently spent an hour trying to locate the heating pad, or twisted my ankle simply trying to cross my oldest son’s room, the board games may not have bothered me so much.
Life on Two Wheels
"I want to ride a bike," she announced at dinner one night. "Not a baby bike, a real one. With two wheels." As soon as the words left her lips, I knew that it would soon be so. Emmy's like that. Once she sets her mind to something, she won't stop until she's accomplished it.
A Quest to Beat Boredom
We were so busy cramming fun into our lives that when we finally got a moment to take a collective breath, we realized that we weren't actually having any. I want this summer to be different. I've dubbed it The Unplanned Summer.
The play sure seemed like a great idea. Benny's always loved the book "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." When he was younger, he'd grab my hand and lead me to the couch, then press it onto my lap. We'd snuggle in, and he'd hang on every word, asking, "Again?" the second the book's final words left my lips.
Probably because it almost never happens, I feel an excessive sense of accomplishment at the sight of my kids, freshly scrubbed and fancily dressed. "I give it thirty minutes, tops," mumbles my husband, as I snap photos between the boys' groans and eyerolls.
Just add water
Pool or beach, as long as there's water involved, my kids will take it. Actually, that's the understatement of the century. They'll not only take it, they pull out every trick in the book to just generally stay in it until I coax (OK, bribe) the little guppies out.
Head Up. Heart Open.
When someone talks to me about "self-help" or "self-care," I wave my arm toward the books jammed into my overflowing bookshelves, as well as their accompanying exclamation points: Get Out of Your Own Way! Exercise to Happiness! Be the Parent You Dream to Be!
Sorry Forever About That Haircut
These are the undeniable facts: I have been giving our boys haircuts without causing bodily harm since 2001. So the unfortunate incident last week where I nearly cut off the ear of the youngest boy is atypical.
The Spirit of the Game
Our family added a new sport last night: Ultimate.
What is "Ultimate" you ask? It's like football except the teams toss a flying disc instead of a ball.