Mini Mean Girls

I wasn’t expecting this to be happening already 😞 Last night my Baby Girl came home from gymnastics team practice visibly upset and on the verge of tears because two girls have been continually bothering her and yesterday it came to a head. L is one of the youngest on the team, so these girls […]

To My Baby Boy/Big Boy On His 5th Birthday

  Dear Mattykinz, It seems ridiculous to think of it now, but when I first learned you were going to be a boy, I was a bit worried and apprehensive. I’m not really into cars, trucks, sports, bugs, or anything that is typically associated with raising a boy. And even though I know those ideas […]

On Your First Day of Kindergarten…

It’s not as if I’m not used to you going off every day; you’ve been in daycare/preschool since you were just a few months old. You leave home for days at a time to stay with Grandma without a second look back. Clearly, there have been no separation anxiety or attachment issues going on here. But […]

I Was A Mean Girl Once

I was largely a compassionate and empathetic child. I sobbed uncontrollably during Forrest Gump when the kids were mean to him on the bus and when they threw rocks at him and made him run. I hated Trix commercials and always wished I could meet the rabbit and share a bowl of cereal with him. And […]

To My Baby Girl/Big Girl on Her 5th Birthday

Dear Lilabeans (aka My Lil’ Puddn Pop) It was this exact time 5 years ago, at 7:04 pm, that you came into the world and made me into a mother. Barely six pounds, so tiny and scrawny, and a terrible feeder and sleeper, you were just so unbelievably clingy and…needy, as I suppose all babies […]

And To All A Good Night

We’re moving to our first home in a few days. And let me tell you what I’m MOST excited about. More than becoming first-time homeowners, way beyond being able to decorate and remodel as we see fit, even more so than having a place to call our own and make a stable home for our children […]

A Preschool Crush

My 3-year-old flashes me a mega-watt smile every morning when I wake him up and he still squeals with delight every afternoon when I walk into his class at daycare to pick him. At night he cuddles with me in the recliner clutching his race car cup of milk.  I squeeze him tight and stroke his […]