Dear Tony Stark, I’m not as adept at technology as I wish, so I guess this is why I am appealing to you here. I think you should take a break from putting on your Iron Man Suit. I think you should take a break from fighting interdimensional bad guys, robots with God complexes and doing heroic things like…Oh, I don’t know. Saving the world? Instead, let’s focus on my kid for a few minutes. If you want to be…
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…
With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, this piece of jewelry kept popping up as a suggested ad. “Melt her heart on Valentine’s Day with this keepsake necklace.” My odd sense of humor immediately decided to read it as literal. I chuckled to myself about giving a gift that would actually melt a heart—horrible gift! Okay…back to business. This is a possible gift. If not that, maybe it’s something that could get the inspiration going to find something. I’ll click… I looked…
Last week, I got an ear worm. I could not stop whistling Daydream Believer by the Monkees. It’s an easy ear worm, it’s a catchy tune! By day two I began to realize, I couldn’t get this tune out of my head. The way I saw it, I had two options. I could either fight (and lose) to the ensuing insanity brought on by whistling that chorus over and over, or I could lean back and allow my natural curiosity…
This morning I had an update from the sister of my best childhood friend, he has brain cancer. I was numb to it at the moment. I just nodded, and dutifully sent a message to my family informing them and scrolled on, not yet ready to digest the news, knowing it would hit me in due time. It hit earlier than I anticipated. Minutes after sending my family the update, I read a shared post: “At some point in your…
Does anyone out there have that “one” relative? That relative is usually an uncle. He’s belligerent, opinionated and obnoxious. He can be demanding and acts entitled. He tends to get louder as the night goes on. He might even get drunk and really put on a show! We have that relative. We call him Uncle Reginald, despite the fact that he isn’t really an uncle, he isn’t even a he. She’s four years old and she’s my daughter. Let’s go…
Annie came storming into the living room. She was on a roll and would not be stopped. “I have Christmas Cards.” “Great!” “Wrapping Paper.” “Is it pretty?” “No, it looks like a dead raccoon.” “Nice.” “I’ve got gifts for…” Her voice trailed off. A link popped up on my phone about Tyrannosaurus Rex. “Which leads me to you.” (Me? Oh crap. What did she say?) “Here I am!” “No dummy. What do you want for Christmas?” “Oh! I gotta think…
“Hey Lyd! Did the timer just go off?” “Yes.” “Great! Are you finished with your Breakfast?” “No.” “Really? Let’s take a look here, if it’s just a couple of bites left then I won’t…uhm. No. This is an awful lot. Lyd? You had nearly thirty minutes to finish a bowl of oatmeal, a cup of yogurt and some juice. What happened?” “Reggie was distracting me…” “Oh was she? So answer me this: has this happened before?” “Yes.” “What did I…