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Dating for Moms
Browsing on dating sites, I see so many guys who write that they are looking for spontaneity. These guys clearly do not have kids. The only spontaneity that happens after parenthood takes the form of either a temper tantrum or a stomach virus. Sometimes both. Just the word “spontaneous” is enough to strike fear into…
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Visual Calendars Rock
In my recent post “Where the Wild Kids Are,” I discussed my how I equip myself for life with a super-active child. A visual calendar is another essential in our household. I bought this set of SchKIDules magnets with pictures of all of our common daily activities: I then bought several portable, magnetic dry-erase boards…
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What’s in your boots?
This morning as my son was putting his rain boots on, he stopped abruptly. “There’s something in my boot.” I picked up the boot and turned it over, expecting to find a rock. Instead, four cherry tomatoes rolled onto the floor. I picked one off of the ground and saw that it was moldy. “Did…
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How to become your child’s hero
What have I done to become a hero to my son? It’s nothing I ever imagined. I thought he hear me in a concert and think how cool it was to have a musician-mom. Or he would see me running a marathon and say, “That’s my mom!” But be has watched those things for his…
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Riding the Meal Train
I love this new trend to start a “meal trains” where you drop food off for friends with newborns. And I know that the friends who receive them are very appreciative. But still I never sign up to bring anything. It’s meant to be simple enough for anyone to do. You are just supposed to…
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The Evel Empire
“Mom, was Evel Knievel one of the bad guys in the Star Wars movies?” “Not yet, but THAT’S a movie I wanna see….”
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Wa Condo Forever
Scott Discussing Vacation: “I can’t wait to stay in a condo… That’s where Black Panther lives!” [Who am I to argue? Maybe he will turn out to be right…]
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Where the Wild Kids Are
Supporting your Active Child (with special mention of Sensory Seekers) Two years ago, a friend changed my life when she asked if she could do a sensory evaluation on my son. I’ve known this friend since we wore matching green pleated skirts on the middle school cheerleading squad. (Go, Irish!) That was a “few” years…
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The Big Question…
“Mom, why is it just you in my family?” my son asked. We were standing in our kitchen and he was asking the question I’ve both dreaded and prepared for since before he was born: “Why don’t I have a……” My brain reeled. I always thought that I would have formulated a better answer before…
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Won’t You Be My Neuro-Spicy Valentine?
Last week, writer Sarah Dickinson (of The Nerdy Quill) introduced me to a new term: neuro-spicy. I love it even more than “neurodiverse” and oh-so-much more than “neurodivergent.” In fact, I love it so much that I’m appropriating it for all things relating to my son and to others whose brains function differently than what we…
