Madeline loves to name things. She named her handpicked pumpkin Elizabeth. She has a smorgasbord of imaginary friends (some are half-animal; others are simply little girls) that she thoughtfully branded as Feezy, Lassie, and Lucy (to name a few; I can’t keep up with all of her “friends.”). She’s also taken it upon herself toRead the whole post >>
Empathy
The other day I found myself hovering over the toilet bowl for the third time in an hour. I threw up and sighed. Then a little hand gently patted my arm. “You sick again, Mommy?” my preschooler asked. “Yes. I’ll be okay.” She nodded, her hand still on my arm. “Don’t worry, Mommy,” she said.Read the whole post >>
A Mom’s Job Description According to a Preschooler
Madeline: Where’s my… Me, handing her her beloved tiger stuffed animal before she can finish saying, “Where’s my Raja?”: Here it is. Madeline: You knew I was going to ask for my Raja. Me: Yup. Madeline: Why? Me: That’s one of my jobs – to know things you need. Not to mention the fact thatRead the whole post >>
My Glass Ballerina
I recently signed Madeline up for a very laid-back ballet class at the Family Y. It’s nothing fancy and is focused on fun and movement. She seemed to really enjoy the first few classes, although I always chuckled when she told me she was the fastest runner in class. She was. The only problem wasRead the whole post >>
A Mother’s Work is Never Done (Except When She’s in the Bathroom)
Big Sister: Mommy, you know what? Me: What? Big Sister: I can’t believe we’re gonna have another baby. Now I’ll have two babies to watch when you go poop. That’s going to be a lot of work. I confess. I sometimes ask my 3-year-old (she’s almost 4) to look after her little sister while IRead the whole post >>