We made a choice when we had our son. We agreed to raise him differently. He eats pizza. He’s even had French fries. If I’m being entirely honest, he’s also eaten crayons, sock fuzz, and whatever he found in the dust pan at the play place that accidentally got left in the middle of the … [Read more…]
Babies are expensive. Newsflash: so are toddlers. I’m fairly certain that any human that I have to feed, clothe, and house is going to be costly. Of course, there are ways to scale back these costs, and I think embracing a more minimal or essential perspective is key. I am not a minimalist by any … [Read more…]
Exactly one year ago, my maternity leave ended. In some ways, time has never moved faster. In other ways, I can’t believe how much things still feel the same. But for 365 days, I have had a full-time job in addition to being a mom. My son has spent more of the time that he is … [Read more…]
“He looks like Buster Brown.” This statement is equal parts puzzling and entertaining when you don’t know who Buster Brown is. That’s the camp I fell into before today. I could tell my mom was dismayed over my son’s new haircut based solely on her delivery. The deadpan look. The hand on her hip. The … [Read more…]
“What did you do this summer?” It’s hard to not look at that like a loaded question. And I’m not talking about all the people who seem to want me to prove that I wasn’t just lounging around eating bonbons with my fellow teachers. The truth is that I’ve always struggled with answering this question. … [Read more…]