She There come these moments in every mom’s life (or so I assume, if only because I steadfastly refuse to accept that it is only in mine) when she finds herself lost, standing gape-mouthed, shell-shocked, mud-smeared, and barefoot in the middle of a sticky-hot domestic jungle and feeling smothered as she tries to breathe in a syrupy fug of vertigo-inducing exhaustion, self-doubt, unearned guilt, humble appreciation, and fierce unconditional love for the creatures who inhabit such a place. Having walked freely and willingly
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Congrats, Graduate by Jen Telger Here we are, folks, about to enter another fantastic season. Not spring, of course, when Mother Nature shows off glorious cherry and magnolia blossoms on over-wintered branches. No, I’m talking about high school graduation season. That wonderful time of year when kids throw caps and parties, and parents throw cash and humble-brags, flexing, trying to impress upon us how much their child deserves to drive a fancier car than that of his or her mother. That time of
The Day the ‘Heavy Seven’ Met Their Match by Jen Telger Back in 2016, I had a day that will live in infamy. I know, I know, that sounds overly dramatic. Read on. It’s been an interesting day. I say that as I lay in bed, laptop on my lap, brownie/ice cream/chocolate sauce in my tummy, and both kids asleep. I say that because the day is over. I say that because it was a day that made me laugh out loud at
Adorable, Right Up Until… The world is full of mundane things. Things to which no one gives a second glance. But when you make those tiresome things smaller, they become irresistibly adorable. Hot dogs, furniture, candy bars—all pretty boring. Mini franks, tiny chairs, and snack-size candy bars—all adorable. I even read today about mini-pigs becoming a big pet fad in the UK. And so it makes perfect sense that when you scale the world down to toddler-size, it becomes too cute for words.
What’s in a Name? In April ’09, I sent an update to our family containing the following excerpt, which explains it all. It became the first post of a personal blog I continued to write while the kids were little called Rock, Paper…Diaper? Here is how it got it’s name. “I’ve been duped. Outwitted. Outplayed. Out-parented, even. Our daughter has been sleeping through the night for a while now. I don’t mind so much on the rare night she wakes up hungry/thirsty, but