I clicked on someone's blog tonight, a mom who lives near me. She was feeling mom-ed out, ready to re-realize herself as not just a mommy blogger. I respect her and love her and even relate to where she is as a mom but: not me.
A few clicks later I...
My husband returned home tonight after two weeks of Army Reserve duty. And although it wasn't the first time he'd left me alone with my children, it was the first time since I had one baby on the outside and a full-time, all-the-time, work-from-home...
Last night, I must admit, I lost it a bit with my boys. They're both doing this screaming thing now, to get what they want, and I just wanted a few moments alone! I tore my hair and then settled them both down for bed so I could have an hour or two...
Truman, whose first birthday is
tomorrow, has begun to distinguish himself as a true chocolate freak. It was our anniversary yesterday, and given that
I had an entire category of blogs launching first thing in the morning, my
husband celebrated by...
I'm not proud. But I admit: I use the
play pen largely to negotiate toy battles. Everett (you know) has all the best toys. No matter what he's
playing with that day, it's the only thing 11-month-old Truman wants and he's desperate to get it, at all...
You know it. And I know it. We all wish,
deep down, to enter our children
in competitions as soon as they start crawling. No, literally! I mean, if I could have entered my newborn sons in
"strong neck" baby-offs, I would have. I am totally...
Now that Truman
is old enough to develop some likes and loves and loves to licks, he's been into his
brother's toys like a bear into a box of doughnuts. That is to say, he destroys them with his baby love. And
Everett isn't so jazzed about the whole...
A minority of my
for a recent post said I must not be grateful for my kids? Au contraire. Instead of launching into defensive mode,
let's go on a trip into the sweet parts of my day.
9:12 a.m. Everett comes out to the living room,...
I know, I've ranted about
how I didn't want my kids playing video games for as long as I can hold out. It's one of my "I never's." But I
mean, umm, Sega and Xbox and Nintendo and all that! Really.
Because I bought Everett a Jay Jay the...
drooling... he must be teething!
Fevers? He's probably teething.
Oh, look at your baby
chomp on those toys! He's surely teething.
I've been listening to the old, and not-so-old, wives for pretty
much the whole eight-some months of Truman's life....
started innocently enough. I bought everetthanson.com when my first son was almost one year old. I was doing research on
acquiring domain names for my job, and it seemed like a good idea to practice all the mechanics of getting a web...
2005.01.14.11:30 p.m. truman stands alone. kitchen.
I'd forgotten how thrilling that moment was, the first instant your baby stands unassisted. Truman is
eight-and-a-half months, almost to the day, and it was after I'd put Everett to bed. Truman,...
I just returned from a
fantastic trip to my favorite thrift store (yeah, the one where I usually score my Hanna Andersson goodies). Not only
did I get some great Hanna jammies (for me and for the boys), but I also found a primo Cranky from Thomas the...
that my youngest son is eight-and-a-half months, I'm starting to get impatient. I want him to start playing with his
big brother and give me little peace already! But, coincidentally, three-and-a-half seems to be an age that carries a
lot of need...
wanted to comment on Stefania Butler's post about
scheduling. But, my laptop was on the fritz (second time my power cord has died, grrr), and more
importantly: I felt a little out of my league.
As you may recall, one of my parenting