Tales from the Trenches

Momraderie

Yesterday, among a heap of junk mail, I discovered a package addressed to me. Inside the envelope was the book Raising Up Mommy: Virtues for Difficult Mothering Moments by Heidi Hess Saxton. On the inside cover page I read the following inscription: “For Kate – A much better mom than she thinks!” Blame it onRead the whole post >>

Think Outside the Box

The toy box, that is. Every seasoned parent knows that babies and young children are more apt to enjoy the box a fancy-schmancy toy came in than the toy itself. This morning I discovered the synergy of cheap wine and its packaging. Before making some coffee, I plopped Rachel Marie down on the floor toRead the whole post >>

Popeye

Madeline, as she eyed a bowl this morning that had been overflowing with raw veggies before she went to bed last night: Who ate up all “dose” vegetables? Me: Daddy. Madeline: Oh! Wow! Daddy is such a big man.

You know your little girl loves crab…

…when after eating dinner she slips away from the table and her daddy runs after her and says, “Wait! You have to let me wash your hands, or else they’ll turn into little crab claws,” and she stops and says, “Ooooohhh. Good, then we can eat them.”

Feezy Lives

Like Lazarus, it seems Madeline’s imaginary friend has a second lease on life. (Read about this bestial man’s sudden and unexpected death here.) Me: Madeline, please stop that. (That referring to her pressing every single button on our landline phone.) Madeline: I can’t. I’m doin’ an email. (No, our landline does not have texting capabilities.Read the whole post >>