We're supposed to be honest. We're also supposed to be nice. Here lies a real dilemma. Many times honesty is not nice. So we find ourselves stuck in a bizarre limbo between what we say and what we actually want to say. For example... Parenting advice: Parenting advice is frequently unsolicited. Unwanted and unneeded advice … Continue reading When you are only honest in your head: Mental replies versus reality.
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Let me begin by explaining a few important contributing factors to The Hairy Nipple Incident. 1. I am a nurse. Because of this my son is well versed in anatomy. 2. My son enjoys arguing. Especially when it is an argument he knows he can win. 3. My son is 6-years old and 6-year olds … Continue reading The Hairy Nipple Incident: Trying to parent with a straight face.
This is one of the parts of parenting that I typically get judged pretty hard for. I find no logical reason to not be straight forward with my children. No one in the world is going to placate my children or keep their world in isolated perfection. The more honest and open I can be … Continue reading No need to sugarcoat: Advocating for straight talk with your kids.
I have three kids. A 5-year old boy, 4-year old girl, and a 1-year old girl. Others frequently assume I have figured out a few things in regards to parenting. This entire notion is humorous. My parenting skill is far from expert. Asking me for advice on raising children is like asking … Continue reading I can’t help but laugh when asked for parenting advice.
Christmas is full of planning, stress, and obligations. The anxiety of the day can take over rather quickly. The distractions of the holiday details can blur your view of what is truly important. Many times this holiday season I have found myself worrying about preparing to have a perfect day. I worry my children will … Continue reading Presence Not Presents
Grocery shopping with kids is stressful by itself. Trying to remember everything, stay on budget, and not lose my mind while wrangling small children in public is no easy feat. Then enter the level of hell that is the grocery car-cart. On the surface one would assume that the car-cart is a fun distraction … Continue reading The psychological torture of the car-cart
Lately, my 5 year old has been a real handful. Arguments, back talk, sass, the whole shebang. I could tell him the sky is blue and he would contradict me. It is exhausting. Timeouts do not work, taking things away does not work, so what's left? Bribery, er, I mean, goal-making. Most recently I had … Continue reading We don’t call it bribery. We call it goal making. So there.
I want the very best for my children. I want them to be able to achieve whatever goal they will eventually set for their lives. Recently it hit me that I do not care what that goal is, but I want it to include them being good people. The evening before my son's first … Continue reading I just want to raise good humans.
I was tired. I desperately needed some extra sleep after being held-over to work until 3am. It was a cool morning and my husband had cracked a window in our bedroom. I was cuddled under a down blanket. My husband had left for work, so the bed was mine. The baby woke … Continue reading Some days I rock the “Mom” title. Today my kids ate 2-pounds of sandwich meat for breakfast while I slept.