Big Families
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My “Favorite” Child, According To My Kids, Is On A Pedestal. No, Seriously.
If you have more than one kid, your kids will eventually accuse you of having a favorite. The child accusing you, of course, is certain that he or she is NOT the favorite- the topic comes up to protest some alleged act of favoritism on your part to anyone other than said child. This love manifests itself in some odd forms, too, like food distribution. Seriously, people. Crackers. The kids all have their theories on which child is my favorite. #1 swears its #2. #3 is convinced it’s any sibling except him. #4 is convinced it’s anyone who gets more crackers than her, apparently. #5 thinks it’s her, because…
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Holiday Shopping- 5 Stages Of Grief
“It’s the most wonderful time of the year…” Let me tell you- whoever said that clearly never tried to decorate a house for Christmas with six overeager kids and a throbbing post-Thanksgiving hangover. So the holiday season is in full swing, and I’m not feeling it. I love the spiritual meaning of Christmas, but I’m often too bogged down with the buying/decorating/hosting aspects to dwell long enough on the real purpose. My holiday shopping experience comes in stages: 1. Denial This starts the day after Thanksgiving, known as the dreaded “Black Friday”– a time for savvy (beastly) shoppers to score fantastic deals on their gift purchases. I never shop on…
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A Walk To Remember
If you’re a parent, chances are that “family time” is one of things that you’re either actively planning, or occasionally feeling guilty about not planning. I’m not talking about the day-to-day routine, but the times that you deliberately plan an outing or event in order to guarantee that you have indeed conducted some quality “family time”. And chances are, if you’ve had some recent “family time”, there is at least one point in time in which you think to yourself, “This is why we don’t have family time!” I’ve shared a few of our more noteworthy group adventures here, most recently our “Family Movie Night”, aka “Kid Trauma Movie Night”.…
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Riding The Vomit Comet
As our best-laid plans often seem to go, I had intended to post earlier this week, telling you all about the insanity of waiting on line in the cold for four hours to buy ticket’s to a 5 year old’s recital. And while that by itself warrants a post, my week was waylaid by a far more pressing issue: VOMIT. (aka: barf, hurl, puke, throw-up, spew, ralph, upchuck, hork, etc.) While one of the more unpleasant aspects of this parenting gig, vomit is also an inevitable aspect. And this week, I had WAY more than my fair share of this unpleasant aspect of this parenting gig. Before you think I’m…
