Tales from the Trenches

Super Mom is Dead (Or At Least Napping)

Mommy: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” (Not really thinking Madeline grasps the meaning of this question.) Madeline: “A doctor.” (Okay, so I don’t always give her enough credit.) Gaba (my mom): “Don’t you want to be a mommy, too?” (Perhaps this is my mom’s attempt to make me feel betterRead the whole post >>

You Know You’re Tired When…

You nearly fall asleep in the dentist’s chair even as the hygienist scrapes away at your teeth, repeatedly nicks your gums and sprays water all over your face. “I’m really not trying to give you a bath,” she says. That’s okay. I needed a shower today anyway, you find yourself thinking before you doze offRead the whole post >>

Job Perks

I’m a big girl now. I earned a sticker for “nursing Baby Rae really good,” according to Madeline. She also made me some “artwork” (her exact words), which consisted of cut-up shreds of colored paper (she’s really into using her safety scissors these days), and told me, “I made some artwork for a ‘pize.’ WhenRead the whole post >>

Insomniac Turns Narcoleptic

Here’s what happens when you have a cold and still refuse to go to bed at a reasonable hour and like a hamster burning the midnight oil on a wheel, you run up and down the hall until 11 p.m. even though you are not a nocturnal rodent and your parents have shut their doorRead the whole post >>

A Conversation to Remember and to Share in Order to Deter Future Boyfriends

Madeline: “Look, Daddy. A buggar.” (I’m sorry. I don’t know if this is the correct way to spell buggar.) Daddy: “Uh, where’d you get that?” Madeline: “From my nose.” (Said the same way “Duh, Daddy” would be uttered.) Daddy: “You shouldn’t pick your nose, but if you have to, do it in private.” Pause inRead the whole post >>