My children are the source of my greatest joys and my darkest despairs. Last week it was Max's storming tantrums. This morning, he sang his own made-up lullabies while riding in the car to pre-K.
Wow — I never thought I'd get such a great response to last week's blog about my tantrum child.
My once-loving son has turned into the Incredible Hulk. For the past couple of months. he freaks out, screaming, hitting, kicking — even spitting.
Boy, am I ready for spring. Can I get an "amen"? With a snowstorm forecast for tonight, I am not looking forward to a school delay or snow day tomorrow. I've got work to do!
Today being Valentine's Day, I'd like to to offer up a few gifts for my family. Sure, my kids drive me bananas sometimes, but they've also made me a better person, as has my dear husband.
Ya know, it just figures.
I took a good long look in the mirror the other day and thought, I ain't gettin' any younger. Those white hairs and crow's feet are tell-tale signs that the bloom of youth has withered.
As my two children grow into themselves, I've noticed something that's probably glaringly obvious to others: my children have a relationship with each other that's wholly unconnected to their dad a
I didn't used to be one for keeping New Year's resolutions. Sure, I made them, but as with most of us, they fell by the wayside after a few days.
It's happened again: schoolchildren shot down in a place they should feel safe.