Last month I was cyberbullied. I know, I couldn’t believe it either. Me? Cyberbullied? At 43? And by a stranger no less! This person, who I will call @BigBigBully (for the purposes of this post) and who again, does not know me at all, took great offense to a picture I posted and it triggeredContinue reading “Confessions of a Cyberbullied Mom”
A new study on fatherhood published a few days ago by the American Academy of Pediatrics highlights that dads are amazing and extremely important to a child’s growth and development. It references the notion of societal and cultural obstacles and makes specific suggestions for pediatricians to better engage fathers. Obviously this is a great study but it’s not really sayingContinue reading “#DadsAre… In Demand”
The other night I watched an episode of For Peete’s Sake on OWN and days later I found myself replaying a part of it over and over in my head. It’s the episode where Holly’s mom Dolores says the kids aren’t behaving and that they need some new parenting called “because I said so.”
Like most I’m disgusted by the Stanford rape case. I mean thoroughly, no words, disgusted. My hope is that the dialogue about rape culture continues to grow…and that we don’t ever let Brock Turner forget who he is and what he did to that poor girl. Jail or no jail, the American public can sentenceContinue reading “Raising Kids: What to Know About Rape Culture”
The good people over at AsapScience have finally dispelled an age-old question: Can You Outrun a Fart? This is life changing information, for myriad reasons. But it raises a related issue for me as a mom. How and when do you get kids to understand the fine line between farts being funny and farts beingContinue reading “The Fine Line of Farts & Giggles”
My mother is, well, superwoman. She managed to have a successful career, marriage, AND raise three children so my “can I really have it all?” issues are even more personally compounded. That said, with different circumstances and in a different time, she was the exception, not the norm.
The four year old is Avery. He’s a yummy mix of my husband and me and such a well-spoken charmer for someone so little. But the four year old has developed a very bad habit of getting into our bed each night and it’s become a regular thing.