The kids are tired, the air is cold, and we’re way too far away from our starting point.
Cleaning Up His Messes
The box is tossed in front of the front door, the bag is almost completely empty, and, mixed between the pieces, are squashed particles of cereal dust.
A Hundred Miles An Hour
My son turns television watching into an all-out physical event.
Angry, Not Angry
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
The things I do for my son aren’t done for his recognition, appreciation, or even attention. They’re done because I love him.
Making It Through That One Day
Keeping his iPad away for the entire final day of Spring Break sounded crazy to everyone, including me, but it had to be done.
The Motivations of Thankless Parenting
Fireworks don’t go off for great parental achievements. There are no major awards to be handed out.
When Toddlers Ruled My House
I don’t even know how we escaped. I’m surprised we’re not still playing that game today.
Get This Candy Out Of My House
My pockets overflow with Hershey wrappers. They tumble out along the floor like product placement in a Hansel and Gretel movie.
The Ballad of Ball-O
The best part of Ball-O is the story of how we got him…
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