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Playing hooky

Nolan's nanny is slightly green when she arrives at our doorstep, her eyes underlined with purple black. "Hi Tit!" Nolan yells, and I shush him. "Are you OK?" I ask her,"You look a little off." "I'm sick,"she said,"My stomach is sick, but I know ...

Anatomy of a tantrum

When I get angry, it's a slow, spreading simmer. It starts off as a small flush, pulsating inside like a moth trapped in a box-- and then it spreads, redder, purpler, angrier, from my heart outwards, until it reaches my fingertips and my flaming ...

Stranded, with toddler

Taking Nolan clothes shopping reminds me of goat cheese. In 2001 I was in Paris solo, working my way back up to the Netherlands from Portugal, navigating cobblestones and hobbling through my precarious French in small bistros. I kept ordering goat ...

No more ni-night, Mommy

I sat bent like a drugged insect outside Nolan's room, weary with exerted effort, defeated by a human who has 30 years less life experience than me. "I no ni-night,"he continued to screech, for the seventieth time, and with no signs of slowing. I ...

The magic of two

So many parenting books prepare us for the insane whirlwind, the incredible growth of the first year of life. There is baby acne and new hair and teething and transition to solid foods and it all seems so overwhelming. In my opinion, though, there ...

ParentDish Size 6: Things that seem like a good idea at the time

On my wooden side porch, there are mysterious streaks of blue and yellow. Washable finger paint, gone awry. We finger painted last week, and the canvas was Jordi, the deck, Nolan's entire body, my arms, and the occasional sheet of paper. As I was ...

What I have learned about two: don't flush, buckle

I am learning that distraction is the key solution to temper tantrum aversion, but it must be down with precision-force. I pack my purse with sippy cups and caramels before we enter the grocery store, for example, and I am not ashamed to admit that ...

Little toy trains, little toy trucks

Nolan is newly obsessed with automobiles. Little toy cars, to be precise - shiny green trucks, yellow tractors, blue convertibles. He carries them in his pockets, bulging at the sides of his wee jeans, sometimes in his shirt pocket. He carries them ...

I do it! I do it!

This morning, Nolan left the house wearing a blue striped shirt, brown shorts, a red hoodie, and green dinosaur boots. And no, it wasn't a colour-blind man who dressed him. It was me, and I am merely choosing my battles. I'm not sure when the ...

When Mom inadvertently goes night night

I've no idea what time it is, because I am cloaked in complete, still blackness except for a dim nightlight splaying tiny fingers of light into the hallway. There are a series of newly-sharpened knives pounding grimly into my back and I am teetering ...

My baby's mullet: nevermore

I have been hemming and hawing about cutting Nolan's glossy blond locks for months now. I justified the hair hitting his eyes in a thousand different ways: he is so breezy with his nonchalant locks, he has a lifetime to conform to the pinstriped tie ...

Sunday night snapshot: An impossible phrase

We've been shopping for furniture all day, and it's sticky and muggy and we're both tired. There have been multiple rounds in and out of the car seat, I have been feeding Nolan raspberries at red lights, fresh from the crate on the front seat floor, ...

The toddler repeat

"I think I know where he gets it from,"my brother said, pushing his lasagna plate away,"You repeat yourself all the time, Dad." "Not as much as him," my Dad replied, and we watched as Nolan ambled across the patio. "I wan beep beep. I wan beep beep. ...

Antidote to aging: kids

Every day, there's an appearance of something I've never noticed before: a crinkle under my left eye, a deeper crease on my forehead. I am aging and I can see it, so much more fully than I ever could in my twenties. My once-taut stomach has never ...

How to halt the dreaded whining

Nolan is at my favourite stage yet. I know I keep saying it, but seriously this is really it: his eyes sparkle with mischief, his chubby hands still hold wisps of baby and yet he can tell me about the ball in his pockich, the fact that he is ...

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