Category: Mable Megan

Where are all the boy books?

Where are all the boy books?
I’m a mom. I’m a teacher. I was one before the other, both at one time, and now technically only one of the aforementioned (though I can never turn a title “off”). I knew a thing or two about reading: to read to my babies, to model reading for pleasure, to move gently with phonics,... Read more »

4 tips for the boy mom

4 tips for the boy mom
I’m a boy mom, and proud of it. I’ve learned great deal about the opposite gender in my few years of raising boys. I was privy to what was coming my way beforehand—the energy, the potty humor, the energy spent creating potty humor. True to form, my boys have lived up to the expectations set... Read more »

Selfies with sleeping babies: my nap time source of entertainment

He slept, I didn't. And I took a selfie with a sleeping baby.
My kids sleep like rocks. They are the type of kids that need to be woken up in the afternoon to get on with life. They would snooze until dinner if I let them. None of this is a complaint, because I’m very certain I’ve been bestowed a great gift from the nap gods. I... Read more »
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Sometimes your family photos end up looking like a wet t-shirt contest

Occasionally, I try too hard. I admit it. I live in a world filled with staged Instagram photos: women with naturally windblown hair (that isn’t in their eyes), kids with outfits cooler than my own, perfectly placed food on plates, and shabby yet totally new and clean homes. I try to remember that most of... Read more »

I've got a bad case of mom guilt

Yes, I’ve got a bad case of mom guilt today. I took my little guys to the park to play this morning. We excitedly ran from play set to play set, climbed up hills, and threw rocks into a nearby creek. After an hour or so of romping around I sat down at a nearby... Read more »

If there's ketchup on my food, there's a baby in my belly

If there's ketchup on my food, there's a baby in my belly
…and that’s not a euphemism or anything. Let me back up first, though, and explain why I’m talking about ketchup. This post is part of our monthly blogapalooz-hour writing exercise where we are given a topic and ONLY an hour to write about it. I’m late the party, so my answer is going to be... Read more »
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When a former student thanks you

I was never sure if I was a good teacher or not. I knew that I loved most of my time in the classroom. I knew that there were days when I was floored by how much FUN my job was. There were also days that I was discouraged. There were days that I was... Read more »

Today we fell in love with a real toy store

I’m going to take a quick break from thinking about all the really important issues and write about a toy store for a hot minute. The truth is that the state of our nation is always on my mind, but I’m lucky enough to be in the ever-present now with my two little ones who... Read more »

I watched an elderly man shuffle across the parking lot

from the driver’s seat of my SUV. My day was a wreck so far. I attempted to drop my oldest off at day camp to find that a computer glitch had charged us for the day, but not enrolled him. In frustration, I ran out to the car, called my mom and asked her to... Read more »
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Enjoying letting go (just a little)

Enjoying letting go (just a little)
Actually, I’m enjoying letting go A LOT. Usually I’m all, “Wah-wah-wah, my babies aren’t babies anymore,” but today I’m feeling this bigger kid thing. We tossed on swimsuits and went to the splash park, as we so often do. We were met by the typical scene of chaos. Among jumping, screaming and splashing of older... Read more »