Sometimes these brothers me little lessons about compassion.
Scene: A day of boys arguing followed by a “didn’t I just tell you to keep your bodies to yourself” and a red mark on a cheekbone followed by a taking away of an object.… Read More
No, I’m not in New York City for #BlogHer15 right now. I have stayed silent when tweets came in about meetups, choosing to DM a few people here and there or to just let it drop. I didn’t want to have public conversations about private decisions.… Read More
A few weeks before the end of school, my husband mentioned something about a telescope. I told him about the white and black one I received one Christmas or birthday. I don’t think we ever saw anything through that telescope.
I then wondered aloud if a telescope might make a good end-of-school-year gift for the boys.… Read More
I see we’re still talking about screen addiction.
I feel like technology in the Twenty-Teens is the war on drugs of the 1980s. I’m waiting for the first PSA with an egg in a frying pan. “This is your brain on video games.” Or iPhones.… Read More
I don’t quite remember how I came across Bloom. Deep in mid-summer-break, I thought to myself, “Why yes! I’d love to better handle the squabbling and my patience with these two boys.” So I ordered it, it arrived, and I read it rather quickly.… Read More
Remember the days when the boys dressed in whatever I purchased and planned for special events? Yeah.
It’s not that they dislike the clothes I spend hard-earned money on or refuse to wear whatever I’ve picked for Easter or Christmas. They’re pretty good about family pictures and main holidays, dressing in whatever I set out on their beds.… Read More