How we do chores at our house. Allowance, and on-the-job training
In my house, I am the dreamer and my husband is the practical one, I am the shopper, he is the bill payer, I am the social co-coordinator, he is the IT guy. If we were to win $50,000, I know full well that it would go toward our mortgage or education savings for our [...]
From the very moment I saw that grainy image of a tiny human forming inside my body, and I heard that small pulsating heart, motherhood changed me. I was no longer just me, but we. As my belly grew, so too did the feeling of we. With each flutter in my tummy and every sleepless [...]
I like to post this every year as a reminder to parents of blended families. It’s best to get this discussion started early to avoid friction when the holidays are looming; they are stress full enough as it is! The holidays are fast approaching. I know, you don’t want to hear that, but it’s true. [...]
My daughter, Siobhan, is the youngest of 4 children, and I am quickly learning that she will develop at her own pace, and comparing her to my other children is futile… I still do it though. Siobhan is a great sleeper, her vocabulary (at 2) is phenomenal, she walked early, she is creative and funny, [...]
The dinner table is such an intimate setting for conversation. I love sitting down with my family and learning about their day. As you know, kids don’t often offer up a great deal about their day. The question “What did you do today?” is often met with the reply “Nothing.” So, my husband and I [...]
You’ve seen us, we’re everywhere; minivan drivers. I know what you’re thinking… where are they going in such a hurry? Why do all minivan drivers drive so fast? It doesn’t matter where we are going, wherever it is, we’re going fast. Wanna know why? When you have this many kids, you are always late! I [...]
Everything our first child does is new and a little scary, by the time the fourth child comes along, it’s allold hat.
Divorce doesn’t mean failure, it doesn’t mean you have given up, it means you have made a choice to be happier.
I have a distinct memory of lying in my bed and overhearing my parents discussing the death of my grandfather when I was very young. I cried into my pillow, perhaps mourning the fact that I had never met him. I hadn’t met my mother’s father before he died either. At the age of 5, [...]keep looking »