We parents think we're so clever. I know, we whisper to each other like CIA spies in the still of the night. We'll spell out the words we don't want our preschoolers to hear. They'll never know what we're talking about. HaaaaHaaaHaaaa. The truth, of course, is we parents are the
Last night, my son woke up every hour on the hour. A few weeks ago (on Halloween) my husband and I watched the movie It’s Alive—the tale of a mutated baby that serially kills his way through Los Angeles--and last night? I was sure our littlest one was going for a remake. Despite this
So in my last post, I moaned about how I hate not getting enough time with my kids because of work. But then last night I was reminded to make the most of those minutes I do get. I got home at 7:45, just 15 minutes before we put Julia down. Ben was already out. I sat down on the couch immediately
Ben is more than 6 months old now. So why do I feel like I still don't know him as well as I'd like, his moods, his habits, his favorite toys? Do other working dads feel the same guilt I have? This morning I was able to get 15 minutes alone with him in our bed and it felt like 15 days. He was
"Daddy, I have a baby in my tummy." You do? Can I listen? "OK." (Lies down on the kitchen rug, lifts up her shirt) Oh, I hear it! Now, you have to make sure you eat your dinner to stay healthy for the baby. "Yeah. I know. Okay. Bye." (Gets up and leaves). Daddy shakes his head. Can
Alan is a pretty good sleeper. We put him down around 7:30 and he sleeps until 3:30, wakes, eats and sleeps until 5:30. Then he sleeps again after breakfast until 10 or 11. The problem? My husband and I go to bed around 11, so our sleep is interrupted four hours later. Then our toddler
It's a Sesame Street book and it's all about having different eyes and noses and hair and skin. I was thinking about that book while looking at these 2 recent pix of Julia and Ben. All I remember about Julia's first 6 months were how much she screamed (Oh, that's colic! Can I stick my head