It’s becoming a tradition that our household gets serious about potty training on Independence Day. Let freedom ring! Well…to be honest it will be awhile before we are free of having to change diapers for two. But modest progress was made with my almost-three year old. Last Fourth of July, my sister-in-law trained my oldest, then three, with the “bare…
Momhood means having to make a pit stop now and then in awkward–er–that is, creative places. Gotta do what you’ve gotta do, as I told my husband the evening after one such stop I made last week. I was dropping off my friend in a busy city that always has at least a dozen major road repair projects going on…
Over Memorial weekend, I ran my first marathon. That’s right. A six day, 90 diaper, 965 mile, out-of-state “vacation” with a four year old, a two year old, and and eight month old. Like all marathons–so I’ve been told–there were moments of euphoria. Mostly induced by tollway diesel fumes. And there were low points when I just wanted to run…
My four year old is schooling me in the benefits of checklists. I’ve never been a list person. I kept to-do lists at my paying jobs prior to kids, but only because I felt I had to. At the very least, I didn’t want to be the only one in the department with nary a task in Outlook. Just in…