As parents, we are held accountable for our kids doing their homework. I totally get this and completely agree with the mentality and approach. What I don’t agree with is a relatively new tactic that teachers are using. Google docs! Just look: Read more
You’ve never been the easiest child and, gawd knows, I have not been the easiest mother. I know some of the choices that I’ve made have had an impact on you. Not all have been positive and, for that, I am sorry. I have always tried to do my best by you. I hope – I think – you know that.
Our journey together has been a crazy one – a 20-year roller coaster ride! For me, it started on your very first Christmas; a Christmas you spent in a hospital bed. With a fever of 105, a part of me thought I was losing you. That was the first time you showed me just how resilient you are – that a fighter lived inside of you. Even at that young age, you kept smiling and pushed through. Read more
There’s a thread on a forum I frequent where participants are discussing the variations in slang between the UK and the rest of the world, particularly the United States. One member pointed out that in the US “thick” is often used in place of calling someone overweight or, ugh, fat (hate this). In the UK, it means something entirely different. It’s still an insult, but commonly used when referring to someone who is, ahhh, not all that bright.
I chuckled a bit as I read through, because, honestly, unless you’re the parent of a tween/teen, you really haven’t heard slang. All other so-called slang is just alternative lingo. It’s predictable, been heard before and quite honestly, boring as shit. I’ve been tempted to respond to this thread with: Read more
We have a very unconventional household. We are loud, obnoxious and on most days, all but kill each other. My 19-year-old, Adam, walked into the house a short time ago singing:
“Oh f**king A, oh f**king A….”
This IS normal behavior around these parts, but is still cause for concern. So naturally, I asked him why the hell he was singing “oh f**king A”. Here’s how it went down: Read more
I brought Aless for her 9-month checkup yesterday which, aside from her head circumference continuing to decline (for another day), went splendid. I am, however, amazed that at 38-years-old having already raised three productive, awesome kids the doctor feels it necessary to say certain things to me. Technically, I’m a freakin’ pro. You don’t get much more seasoned than me. Here are some of the things he reminded me of and instructed me to do (while I stood there nodding like a cheap dollar store bobblehead): Read more
What if I told you that your kid has a set of super powers that mimic the likes of Clark Kent or Mister Fantastic? You’d say I’m crazy, right? Just a sleep deprived, delirious mama who has watched too many late night reruns. Well, I’m here to tell you that your kid does indeed have skills and abilities that rival Tommy from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. They might not be able to shapeshift or move objects with their minds, but what they do harness is mind boggling (or just plain ole’ scary).
Here are six super powers every kid has: Read more
Caden played his first middle school football game today. It was bittersweet. On one hand they lost. On the other, having just enough players to make it onto the field, they played with tremendous heart and soul. I imagine from our team’s perspective it seemed like a formidable task lied before them. It sure appeared that way to the adults.
Pulling up to the field, it looked like an NFL farm team, if there were such a thing, was getting ready to play. These kids were huge – towering over our average size team members. We later concluded that human growth hormones were being pumped through the water lines or there had to be an educational deficit in the school system with boys being held back two and three years. They were so gosh darn big. There were also 25 or more of these young giants, greatly outnumbering our boys. Read more
On one of my favorite mom blog discussion boards, a fellow member spoke openly about her frustrations with her 7-year-old son constantly pooping his pants – even while at school. Despite their best efforts, she has been unable to break her son of this less than pleasant habit.
I had a similar experience with one of my own school-aged sons – who shall remain nameless. For a period of more than two years, he constantly pooped his pants and then tried to hide the “evidence”. I’d walk into his bedroom and instantly smell something hideous. Somewhere lingering in a drawer, behind a bureau or tucked behind boxes in his closet, I knew there was a pair of underwear with days-old poop stuck to them. To make matters worse, my son would also hold his poop causing ongoing problems with constipation.
We tried many tactics – from talking opening with him and trying to reassure him that it was okay to have an occasional accident, but it was not okay trying to hide it to scolding (not appropriate in this situation, but we were desperate) and taking away special privileges – but nothing worked. We did seek the help of his pediatrician, who prescribed mineral oil daily and Miralax as needed. This helped with the constipation end of things, but not with the accidents.
After constantly having to buy new underwear and bombarded with accident after accident, I, as a mother, couldn’t take it anymore. I finally broke down and set up an appointment with a local child psychologist. It was the best decision I ever made with respect to this situation. The psychologist came up with a game plan that literally saved our lives. Read more