This conversation just happened. "It's the long Easter holiday weekend. I'm looking forward to our camp at the beach with the kids, aren't you?" he asked. "No. I'm not," she said. Actually, it was more of a 'she snarled.' Surprise. "Why? What's the matter? It's a holiday! Time to relax and enjoy family time," he… Continue reading Freeze Your Family for Easter
When your Six Yr old Wants a Boyfriend.
Some conversations with a six year old just NEED to be preserved for posterity. This morning, Bella was feeling wistful. "I want a boyfriend." I was horrified. "What!? Why? You're too little. You don't need a boyfriend." "You have Dad. I want my own boyfriend," she replied indignantly. I tried to be understanding. "But why?… Continue reading When your Six Yr old Wants a Boyfriend.
Why You Need to Film your most Painful Moments
I never filmed any of my baby deliveries. Not the twenty-two hour labor with suction, forceps and episiotomy – the one where I alternately begged to be put out of my misery and yelled at the Hot Man to go find a different doctor who would know what to do with my misery. Not the… Continue reading Why You Need to Film your most Painful Moments
Love that Blows Your Mind
"I love you Bella. My love for you is more than alllllll the stars in the universe." I say lovingly as I hug and kiss her at bedtime. Because I'm a writer and I can't ever just say, I love you...No, I have to add in some beautiful poignant imagery as well. Her response? "I love… Continue reading Love that Blows Your Mind
Love Your Body. (or try to)
I stopped at the store with a van full of children (don't ask me where they all came from...pesky pests are like mosquitos you can't get rid of) - to buy stuff to make a salad. I left them in the car ( of course) and dashed in. Where I was promptly distracted by sugar… Continue reading Love Your Body. (or try to)
Why I don’t take my Kids ANYWHERE
There are some parents who have jam-packed activity schedules for their children. Every day. All the time. They go to art galleries...museums...rock climbing...harp lessons...wildlife reserves...kayaking...wine and cheese tasting...flower arranging classes...skydiving...snake pit dancing... They take them everywhere and their children have lots of fantabulously exciting and intellectually stimulating experiences. I don't actually KNOW any of these kinds… Continue reading Why I don’t take my Kids ANYWHERE
To Dance with My Heart
If we were living in Samoa, my children would dance the traditional Samoan siva at school and it would be no big deal. Because everybody does the siva in Samoa at some point, either for a school culture activity, or church/community/village event. And sure, I would go watch them and clap and cheer for them… Continue reading To Dance with My Heart
How to Be a Shaamaazing Parent.
The Hot Man was sad today. Bella had 'Fairytale Day' at school and her class was having a shared lunch. She had to dress up in her funnest fairytale clothes and take a plate of yummy treats to share with the class. The Hot Man is new to this kind of thing. It's 8am and… Continue reading How to Be a Shaamaazing Parent.
When Your Husband Runs Away From You
I used to say that the only way I could ever get a holiday from my Demented Domestic Goddess duties - was to get pregnant. Because then I would have to go live in New Zealand for a few months before and after the baby busted out because I have a small problem with sustaining… Continue reading When Your Husband Runs Away From You
When Daughters Drive you Nuts
Sometimes, daughters can drive you nuts. Big Daughter is a writer and a poet. She is a disgustingly intelligent child. I can even concede she is far more intelligent then I will ever be. (Not that I’m biased or anything. What do I know, I’m just her mother.) I am very proud of Big Daughter… Continue reading When Daughters Drive you Nuts