The Moment I Stopped Caring About My Weight

In college I was a svelte 130 pounds. I could wear anything and look like a waif. I could eat buckets of ice cream or live on black coffee and cigarettes, it didn’t matter because my weight was seemingly never more than an ounce over 130 lbs. Life was pretty good.And then I got mortgaged to my long-term boyfriend. Add 10 lbs.And then I got pregnant. Add another 10 lbs. once the post pregnancy weight finally evened out.And then I got married to the long-term boyfriend....more

A Letter of Expectations to My Future Daughter-In-Law

Today Loud Child sat in my lap and told me stories about all of his favorite things. He played with my hair. He sang me a song. He gave me hugs and he kissed my forehead. This was a remarkably affectionate occasion for my son who is currently going through a Mom-Is-Pure-Evil phase. I sat there in the grass feeling warm and fuzzy mom feelings until this thought came crashing through my head: Some hussy will one day ruin my sweet boy. ...more
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A Lobster Nearly Killed Me

Alright. Fine. I’m exaggerating a little bit. I did not nearly die by the claw of a lobster. Although, for a minute there, it sure seemed like I might.Yesterday was my mother-in-law’s birthday. For the record, she turned 49.[1] To celebrate her birthday (which is usually a week or month long depending on the year) the family got together for an old-fashioned backyard Maine lobster dinner. Someone brought potato salad. Someone else brought lobsters. I brought wine and chocolate....more

The differences between the first and second child

In many predictable ways having a second child has changed my mothering for example: increasing my forgetfulness while simultaneously decreasing my reservoir of patience. My second child has just reached his first birthday and with that celebratory occasion came a mountain of realizations for me about the differences between baby number one and baby number two....more

Breastfeeding in Public Has Made Me a Better Mom

When my first son was born, he spent several weeks in a NICU and was fed breast milk through a feeding tube. Once we were able to bring him home, learning how to breastfeed was unbearable for both of us. So after four difficult months we quit. When my second son was born he latched on within minutes. And 11 months later he hasn’t let go. Lucky for him, I am a SAHM now, which means that he has unfettered 24-hour access to his favorite binky: my boobs. And since he has emotionally bonded with my chest it feels unfair to me to deny him when he initiates his need to eat or his desire to be comforted when he is over tired or hurt. ...more
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The Evolution Of My Diaper Bag

I have two boys. They are wild and lovely and no matter how hard I try to minimize the amount of junk that they require for an entire day away from home, my diaper bag always ends up looking like I just robbed my own house....more

How To Survive A Day At The Beach With A Toddler

I forgot what it is like to bring a small wiggly child to the beach. I forgot how needy and curious a wee one is. And how little he can hold in his attention or for what impish amount of time. It’s easy to forget this at home where everything is baby-proofed. But you can’t baby-proof nature. Can you?...more

A Letter Of Expectations To My Future Daughter-In-Law

Today Loud Child sat in my lap and told me stories about all of his favorite things. He played with my hair. He sang me a song. He gave me hugs and he kissed my forehead. This was a remarkably affectionate occasion for my son who is currently going through a Mom-Is-Pure-Evil phase.I sat there in the grass feeling warm and fuzzy mom feelings until this thought came crashing through my head: Some hussy will one day ruin my sweet boy....more

Moms just don't understand

Sometimes I have to take a step back and reassess my lot in this motherhood gig. My Loud Child is ridiculously smart and is never more than a stern 1,2,3 warning away from timeout thanks to his disastrous mix of curiosity and audacious defiance of the house rules....more

31 Steps to surviving a movie with a kid

When I was pregnant with my first child I told everyone that I wasn’t going to let my kid watch TV. Screens rot the brain, after all. I said a lot of annoying know-it-all junk like that....more