While bedtime is a contentious time in our household, one routine that has remained steadfast is our bedtime reading. As an English teacher, I...
I learned that my daughter’s epic airplane meltdown did not make her a bad kid, or me a bad mom. It made us both human. And resilient humans, at that.
It doesn't matter where — school, daycare, soccer practice, swim lessons, a birthday party, Nana's house, vacation. It could be the most exciting trip to an amusement park that we've been planning and talking about for months. We are always late!
Oh, and the one traditional gift that never gets old for Mom? Breakfast in bed. Better yet, you can delay the breakfast part, and just let her stay in bed, asleep, under the covers, for as long as she wants. If you really want to be an overachiever, you could try sleeping through the night (so she can too). That will win you bragging rights and possibly even favorite child status for a week or two. Throw a couple eggs and some toast that you haven't licked on top and you're set for a month.
As my oldest son has demonstrated trustworthiness, we are building the skills he needs to gain further independence. He no longer has to hold my hand to cross streets, because I know he'll stay close and not run recklessly. Now when we come to an intersection, I ask him, ‘Are we safe to cross?’ He gets to make the decision — but I have to sign off before we move forward. Before I trust him to do it independently, I am teaching him the skills he needs to do it safely.
Step 1. Stop in diaper aisle. Mutter to self about flushing money down the toilet with each diaper purchase. Realize that diapers don't actually come in any larger size before they begin to be labeled for adult incontinence. Side eye toddler.
But I want it. I want the little sayings. I want the comfort. I want them and I want them to make sense for MY world. So, I’d like to propose some rewrites to those old adages to make them more relevant to us, the ones in the sticky, smelly trenches. Us — the parents of young kids.
I've been working on getting my 2-year-old to be more independent and take ownership over certain tasks at home. I strongly believe toddlers are capable of doing so much (even at this young age), and teaching them these skills early will help their transition into school and set the foundation for being a responsible teenager/adult.
Only time will tell what I will do with my newfound free time. What I do know is that I will continue to try my hardest to enjoy this short period when I have kiddos home with me who want to be around me. Even on our most overwhelming days, they always know how to put a smile on my face and close the day out with love and a snuggle. That is a treasure I wouldn't give up for all the time in the world.
Instead of putting away his crayons, he had a navy blue crayon in his hand and was drawing on the wall. So what happens when the messes of toddlerhood meet the realities of renting?
I am exhausted. At the end of the day, though, I’m still your baby. I still need your snuggles and your love. It will get easier for both of us, I promise. And in the meantime, look at my sweet little 3-year-old face. You really haven’t seen anything more adorable than your sleeping toddler, have you?
After rushing to the ER I learned my son had fractured his femur and would need a hip spica cast. There's nothing worse than seeing your child suffer.
When my son Dylan wasn't saying any words (or even copying sounds) at 17 months, we decided it was time to get him evaluated...