Recently a friend of mine was seeking Mommy advice regarding getting her infant to swallow Baby Tylenol. I immediately recalled the days of getting my babies to swallow their medicine and realized I might have some worthwhile pointers. Despite not being a Mommy, I decided to weigh in. I used to use the plastic syringe that came with the medicine for our girls, never mind that, sometimes I still have to use a plastic syringe. The tough part is dealing…
Last winter we had a snow day and the girls were driving us up the wall. When I finally had my work done I told them to get their snow pants and boots on. “Really?” “Yes, really.” I grunted as I dragged a sled up from the basement. “Yay!” There is a tiny hill outside our place. It’s perfect for little kids; a sled can’t go more than one hundred feet at best. An hour out there ought to burn…
Joy. Joy is one of those things that can be lost so easily in the turbulent open waters of adulthood. One of the simplest things an adult can do is become too focused on the logistical things, the technical things, the timelines, the calendar, the agenda, the situation. What needs to happen? Which kid am I taking and where? What time? It seems like I can ask those questions one dozen times a day, and could still justifiably ask them…