Judgmental Parenting (I'm a total hypocrite and here's my confession)

Sometimes I feel like parenting is a competitive sport. Yes, I called it a sport. Sometimes I feel like we're all in competition to raise the best child be the best parent. Parents can be judgmental and competitive. Obviously that's a huge generalization. But that's how I feel at times.  ...more

NaBloPoMo Day 18: The Art of Surrender

 This is an excerpt from Nov 18 (NaBloPoMo 18) post: The Art of Surrender (cont)...allowed it to come up instead interfering with it by holding on....more

NaBloPoMo day 16: 10 Ways to be a more Connected Parent Today

This is an excerpt from NaBloPoMo Day 16: 10 Ways To Be A More Connected Parent TodayConnected Parenting...more

YOU STILL NURSE YOUR ALMOST FOUR YEAR OLD?!

Yep.  Not often, but I still do. I know this is shocking to some people.  It happens behind more closed doors than you realize and it is sad that families feel the need to hide this choice.  There are lots of good reasons to breastfeed your children.  It reduces the risk of all sorts of diseases like some cancers, and obesity, it reduces mom’s risk of some cancers, it creates smart and trusting children and there are a slew of other reasons to breastfeed your children for as long as you both want to.  ...more

Co-Sleeping Beauty

I am totally prepared to burn over this one.  Totally torch and pitchfork ready. Co-sleeping blows.I know you are going to get all, "Hey, your baby needs your comfort!  It won't last forever!"  Neither will my youth, my sanity, or my sex life.  First I would say that my babies are no longer babies.  One is two and the other four.  Oh, and the 17 year old started out or finished up the night with us until he was 11.  Needless to say the husbo and I have never really had a long stretch without kids in the bed....more
I never heard of co-sleeping until I moved to the U.S. Growing up, my sister and I had our own ...more

Kind of Like Groundhog's Day

I've been telling my husband lately that my life is a lot like Groundhog's Day. Monotonous. Yes. But I'm actually the one choosing to shape it that way, since it keeps everything flowing smoothly and sanely here. My personal Groundhog's Day is complete with: * Anticipating hunger by pre-preparing snacks. * Thinking of meals in as far advance as I can stand, so I don't end up in a hot kitchen, myself hungry, tired and surrounded by three gaping mouths. ...more

Wow! You are brave. I am so going to have to clean the house. But I will look for that sweet ...more

What I Want for my Children

Argh! YOU DID WHAT?!Yes. That's me on many an afternoon. Make that morning. OK, truth-be-told, it can happen at any moment. Today it was the crayon-covered rocker that did me in.And despite the fact that children are not the behaviors they exhibit, I honestly have difficulty sorting the two when my impatient Aries-anger ignites. Whew. Deep breath. Calm down. Re-focus. Now move forward....more

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All Alone (Part 1)

It's storming outside tonight. Again.I'm craving sunshine. Yes. This rain-loving, born-in-San-Diegan wants warmth from the sun and natural, bright light.But, it is still May. One more day anyhow. And another shower can't be bad for the rainforest that surrounds us here. So, I'll just write about last night. When it wasn't raining. When it was surprisingly cold out and the sun was setting beyond the forest's edge.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~...more

A satellite map of my son's heart

My youngest child's chubby little fingers trace over the page. There's dirt under his nails, from playing baseball all evening, along with some unidentified crud, probably left over from a dinner at his friend's house. It's disgustingly beautiful....more

Blood Oranges and Sunsets

Last week I was so stoked to find blood oranges at the market. I love blood oranges. Actually, I love most any food that's visually stunning. Looks are a lot for me when it comes to food.And as it turns out, names are a great influence to our girls....more