To win the war of the wills with my adorable-but-stubborn 3-year-old, Charlie, I have to give him choices. “Milk or water?” when he asks for juice; “Do you want to play with your books or your blocks?” when he demands to watch more TV. This approach, however, hasn’t translated well to potty-training. “The Elmo potty or the Dora one?” just wasn’t enough to compel him to sit down long enough to get the deed done. I was worried he might be too stubborn to potty train—but then Jeanine, the mom of Charlie’s best friend, Stevie, who is probably even more stubborn than Charlie, told me she’d trained her son in less than three days using a sort of “boot camp” she cobbled together from parenting blogs and her own mommy instincts.
When you’re toting a small tot across the globe (or even just across state lines), one thing you’ve got to have on hand is snack food. Lots and lots of it. Because make no mistake about it: there will be a meltdown during your journey (at least one)—and there’s nothing like something yummy to nosh on to turn a cranky kid into a happy one.
I was hardly a fashionista when I was pregnant (my feet got so swollen in my final months that I ended up shuffling around in velvet bedroom slippers my entire last trimester), so maybe that’s why I was always daydreaming about the gorgeous diaper bag I’d carry one day.
I spent a lot of time ogling the high-end brands that cost more than a week of daycare, checking out what crafty homespun concoctions were selling on Etsy—and of course wondering how all of these contenders would look attached to the strollers I had my eye on.
But once baby arrived, I discovered that what really mattered wasn’t so much how the bag looked—but what it held inside. Read more →
So I have a one year-old who only says one word: “gooooo!” I have no idea what that means, but he says it and points at things that interest him, so I guess it’s his all-purpose word for “car,” “ball,” “sister,” and “cottage cheese.”
People ask me all the time whether he’s talking yet, and I am always thrilled to report, “Nope!”
Expressive speech delay? Bring it on. I have two other children, ages 6 and almost-9, who never shut up. I mean never.
A few snippets of recent chatter:
My poor boo has lots of boo-boos. She’s 15 months old and completely fearless. Her right cheek bruise is from climbing onto a table while I ran to check on dinner. Her left cheek got dinged up when she ran right into a toy kitchen cabinet at full-speed. Last week she tripped over my husband’s sandals and got a big scratch on the middle of her forehead. Read more →
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