Anyone who’s been to our house knows we have a high tolerance for filth. The bathrooms smell like the urinals at a sports arena, and not uncommonly there’s poop and/or vomit somewhere where it’s not supposed to be. On a good day we only have …
We’ve been struggling with end-of-summer-unstructured-days-dysregulated kids (see previous post). A friend of mine, also a doc-mom of kids who fight with each other, shared the system that’s worked wonders for them: It’s a simple points system, with one, two, or three points awarded for acts …
I was chatting with a doctor-mom friend about our kids today. We’ve both recently managed illnesses and injuries, but in the end, everyone is alright, and we are thankful. We discussed a case in our practice that touched us both: a woman who was babysitting …
And I didn’t say floating, flying, or farting. It snowed yesterday, Saturday. I had had plans. We were expecting a parade of potential babysitters (I’m interviewing for a regular Saturday afternoon sitter), and then I was going to take the kids to the library. But, …
Babyboy has been a little bundle of creative energy. We keep running out of paper, he draws so many pictures a day. As a matter of fact, for lack of plain paper handy, he drew this picture on his bedroom wall. I was interviewing a …
How cliche is this: Our kids are growing so fast. But really, they are growing so fast. Babyboy is busting through his sneakers. Literally. There are holes in the seams at the toes because his feet are pushing through them. But I have made the …
Babygirl is learning to walk! She’s exactly one year old and has the independent streak of a pre-teen. I walk in the door and scoop her up, my smiling fuzzy pink bundle, and it’s one snuggle from her, then “Ok mom, I’m outta here.” She …