I could write a book on the many things first-time parents aren’t expecting after they’re done expecting. You anticipate the bulbous bellies, stretch marks, swollen ankles, back pains, ligament pains, everything pains that come packaged with pregnancy. You bite your nails over the anxiety of the impending labor and how excruciating you know it will
Month: August 2017
Driving my car past my son’s future elementary school the other day, I was reminded of Meet the Teacher night which was coming up. Through my head ran thoughts of my little guy as he tried on his new school uniforms and practiced his Spiderman web shooting in the dressing room at Target. I see
I’m an avid non-recommender of parenting books. I’ve read countless. The Difficult Child, The Explosive Child, The Out-of-Sync Child, How to Raise Boys with ADHD. I can sum them up for you: routine, sticker charts, rewards, and consequences. Here’s the problem our family has had with all of those. Life can’t always follow a routine. Yes,
Is it super lame to begin a piece of writing with…The definition of temper is? Yes? Oh well, I guess I’m lame. I want to write about temper tantrums and surviving them and accepting them as a part of parenting and life and anything involving the human race, and so I decided to look it up.