It recently dawned on me that I am becoming a broken record. Sure, I’ve always said certain things repeatedly: Don’t touch that! Don’t pick your nose! No, I’m not wiping your butt. Inside voices, pleeeease! ...
Dear Husband, It’s that time of year again. Mother’s Day is this weekend and I’m sure you’re scrambling, to come up with something really special for the woman in your life. You know, the one...
Well, yesterday was a first. I understand parenting is full of firsts, but yesterday was not necessarily a first that I’m proud of. It was the first time I forgot my child… The morning was...
