Archive for January 2015

Dear Children Riding In My Car

Dear Children Riding In My Car
Dear Children Riding In My Car, We need to have a chat. You have lost sight of my purpose when I’m in the car.  And since I spend much of my time there, we need to redefine the roles, so that I don’t go batshit insane crazy. I’ll give you a hint.  My spot is... Read more »

My tummy is too big. It sticks out past my clothes, says 4-year-old.

My tummy is too big. It sticks out past my clothes, says 4-year-old.
My four-year-old daughter is getting ready for bed.  As she dances around the room, singing a made-up song at the top of her lungs, she tugs off her jeans and her long-sleeved shirt.  She is always moving, talking and singing loudly – to the extent that one of her big sisters reaches a point almost... Read more »