To the Woman Who Told My Son to Share

Perhaps you remember me and my son. I most certainly remember you. Remember how your son took something my kid was playing with and then you yelled at my kid that he needed to “share”?

Well, just in case, let me refresh your memory. Continue reading “To the Woman Who Told My Son to Share”

Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party

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I used to love throwing parties.

When I was in my early twenties, before I had children and a mortgage, I hosted some truly epic parties. I would come up with some goofy theme like “hunting camp” or “circus” or “best friends”, and just run with it. My parties featured kissing booths, bars filled with “mystery shots”, costumes, even a live polka band. I knew how to have a good time and give all my guests an experience they’d talk about for years. So what if at the end of the night there was a huge mess or even a few holes in the walls?   Continue reading “Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party”

Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party

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I used to love throwing parties.

When I was in my early twenties, before I had children and a mortgage, I hosted some truly epic parties. I would come up with some goofy theme like “hunting camp” or “circus” or “best friends”, and just run with it. My parties featured kissing booths, bars filled with “mystery shots”, costumes, even a live polka band. I knew how to have a good time and give all my guests an experience they’d talk about for years. So what if at the end of the night there was a huge mess or even a few holes in the walls?   Continue reading “Why I Didn’t Give My Son a Pinterest-Perfect Birthday Party”

My Child Was Obsessed With Me

My Child Was Obsessed With Me

When my son Wolfy turned four, a big change happened. He was so proud of his new age and with it came a lot of newfound independence. He suddenly wanted to try to brush his own teeth, use sharp knives (yikes!), and attempt to wipe his own butt (also yikes!). Continue reading “My Child Was Obsessed With Me”

How to Get Your Four-Year-Old to Preschool On Time (A Guest Post by my husband, Will Eberle)

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6:00am Lean over in the dark and peak at your phone. Freak out! You only have 30 minutes until it begins…

1 minute later (Actual time- 6:30) Hear that accursed chime – your alarm clock – your daily reminder that your plan to design Lego sets for a living or become a professional bass fisherman didn’t work out and your mix-tape wasn’t fire so you still have to go to work every damn day. Continue reading “How to Get Your Four-Year-Old to Preschool On Time (A Guest Post by my husband, Will Eberle)”

Chanukah, My Beloved Underdog Holiday

Chanukah, My Beloved Underdog Holiday

Last week while we were riding in the car, my four-year-old son Wolfy asked, “Are we Christmas people?”

Christmas people? What are Christmas people?

This holiday season, Wolfy has been obsessed with Christmas. At the bank, he runs to the Christmas tree grabbing my hand and pulling me along. “Look at the ornaments! See all the presents, Mommy?”

At home, The Polar Express is the book of choice at bedtime.

And when we walk downtown, he stops to exclaim over every Christmas-y thing in every window display. “A Santa Claus! And an elf! Wow!” I try to get excited along with him and also point out the menorah hovering in the back of the store window. “Yup,” he says, “A menorah. And there’s a reindeer!!!”

In the car, I suppress a sigh and answer his question, “Yes, we are ‘Christmas people’ but we are ‘Chanukah people’ too.” Continue reading “Chanukah, My Beloved Underdog Holiday”

Surviving The Why Stage

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My newly-four-year-old son is deeply entrenched in the “Why Stage”.

For the past six months he has been constantly asking, “Why why why?” and it’s driving me crazy! Seriously. I think I’ve finally reached my breaking point.

I thought I would be a better parent through this.

Ever since my son entered toddler-hood, I knew that something like this might be coming. Continue reading “Surviving The Why Stage”

Taming the Tiger Mom Inside Myself

I keep making the same parenting mistake over and over I need desperately need to learn to stop.

I need to teach myself to quit being such a “tiger mom” before I end up seriously harming my kids.

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Already I can see that pushing my three year old son to write his name ended up backfiring. “No!” I would catch myself saying, “Just do straight lines. You’re drawing, not writing!” I’m embarrassed to admit it but today, I even offered to give my little boy chocolate chips if he would try it again and “this time do his very best“. Ugh. I need some sort of intervention. Continue reading “Taming the Tiger Mom Inside Myself”

12 Things I Love About Three Years Old

12 Things I Love About Three Years Old

A year ago, when my son turned three years old, someone told me that this would be the year his knuckles would change.

The backs of his chubby hands would morph from being punctuated by little dimples to being accented by adult knuckles. The idea terrified me. This transformation became a metaphor for the year my son was three. He has grown and changed so much in the past twelve months that it’s no wonder he often displays “three-nager” behavior. Continue reading “12 Things I Love About Three Years Old”

Giving Up Control of the Halloween Costume

Halloween is my favorite holiday. I love making costumes and I love candy. What more does a person need?

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Then this year, my almost-four-year-old son decided he wanted to be Daniel Tiger, the main character on the PBS Kids show that replaced Mr. Rogers. If you know me, you know I hate Daniel Tiger. Sometimes, I actually feel sort of bad because Daniel Tiger is so nice but I just hate him so much. He’s like the guest you don’t want to invite to your party because he annoys you but he really hasn’t done anything that terrible so you feel obligated to include him and of course he shows up EVERY DAMN TIME.

So when my son, Wolfy, said he wanted to dress as Daniel Tiger for Halloween, I just nonchalantly said, “Sure.”  But secretly, I was hoping my son would end up changing his mind.

Continue reading “Giving Up Control of the Halloween Costume”