There was nothing worst than starting high school. Those first few days of wondering what lunch table to sit at was enough to give you an anxiety attack. And making sure you had the right clothes, the top locker and no acne was all you could think about. And changing in the locker room was a whole traumatizing event of its own.
And then you graduated and you thought you would never be there again. Until you had a kid and the cliques started all over again. Making friends with mommies is like breaking Read more [...]
Today my episode of Anderson Cooper is on Fox. And while it sounds like I am in love with Ila and ignore Ava - it couldn't be further from the truth. I adore both my girls. But there is just something special about the first. That being said my love for Ava grows every day. It may not come across that way on TV. But she is only 4 months old and I am just getting to know her. I have known Ila 5 times as long. Ava couldn't be a sweeter or easier baby. I truly am blessed to have both girls in my life. Read more [...]
The other day a friend recommended yet another parenting book to read. It occurred to me that I could spend so much time reading these books on parenting that I would have no time to actually parent. At some point you have to listen to your own instincts and follow your children's lead. There are some things you just cannot learn in a book. And those things you learn through experience. Real life experience. If I read every book on parenting that someone told me "I had to read" I would be reading Read more [...]
There is a new trend in households. Out with the dining room table and in with the toys. Parents are turning their dining rooms into playrooms. I have blogged about being taken hostage by my daughters toys. But these people have surrendered. They are waving the white flag.
They have so many toys they decide to do away with their traditional dining room setup and their fancy dishes and hutches in favor of play houses and train tables.
To me that is the final straw - the kids have won. The house Read more [...]
Have they never heard - do what you need to do to get through the day. Which might mean getting your kid to school before you have a chance to shower and get dressed. It continues to say that children will need an alternate mode of transportation if parents cannot follow this rule. The rule is the dress code that the students need to abide by.
Now I do not think a mom should wear lingerie to the carpool, although it might get more dads volunteering to drive their kids to school. But I see nothing Read more [...]
It is the worst thing you can ever imagine. You are on an airplane sitting next to your baby when it starts plunging to the ground and you lose cabin pressure. Four oxygen masks drop from the ceiling and you put yours on before your babies as you are instructed. You never thought you’d be here but you crash to the ground and survive, as does your baby. But now you have to pick up the pieces and protect and heal your child at the same time.
That is what it feels like to lose a loved Read more [...]
My older daughter is daring and full of bounce and I call her my wild monkey. My younger daughter is sweet and nuzzles so I call her my little bunny. But am I assigning them identities that they feel they have to live up to? Rather than them finding who they want to be. Are they going to be the monkey and the rabbit because they feel that is who I want them to be?
They can be whomever they choose. But we tend to assign traits to our children. Like she is so strong and brave and Read more [...]
I got pregnant two weeks after my dad died. I was convinced I had to stay calm and not grieve to protect the baby growing inside me. I knew it would be a windfall when she was born but I was prepared getting my ducks in a row with a psychiatrist and a psychologist. I thought I had to burry my emotions to preserve the baby. Pretend like it never happened. And part of me stopped stressing over the pregnancy knowing my dad would watch over it the whole time. I didn't know how to be a dutiful Read more [...]
The other night Ila wanted to take a bath. So I laid a big muslin blanket out with toys for Ava to play on and gave Ila the bath. She then insisted on coming down the stairs herself. Which as you can imagine ended in her falling head first down the stairs with a big goose egg and a lot of tears. And we had a camera crew coming in two days. She looked like an abused child.
We Arica'd that bruise and as I looked at Ava she had rolled into the blanket and her face was covered.
OMG I Read more [...]