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A Wish for My Daughter

The other day my two-year-old daughter had just finished getting dressed when she walked in front of the mirror and said “I’m so beautiful!” There was no hesitation, no studying to make sure her hair looked just right or her clothes matched. She just said it. It made me smile.

My wish for her is that she will always be able to look at herself in the mirror and without questioning it say “I’m so beautiful!”

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Parents Magazine: Friend or Foe?

I have a love/hate relationship with Parents magazine.

After my first child was born I began receiving this magazine for free because someone had “gifted” me a subscription. No one ever fessed up to giving this to me and once I saw that a year subscription was only $7 I figured they must “gift” all new moms this magazine to get you hooked.

Well it worked.  I have never been one to cut out articles but this magazine compelled me to.  I was cutting out (and actually making) recipes and finding the advice incredibly helpful.  As a new mom, I felt that it was giving me amazing insight on how to handle my upcoming years in motherhood.

Fast forward three years and one set of twins later. The magazine still comes every month, but my time to read it is less and less. So it would arrive in the mail and sit on my counter for a month until I put it in the magazine rack for some magical time when I have hours and hours of spare time to read them all and catch up.

This past summer, things were a little crazy in our house.  The kids were out of school and seemed to have somehow formed an alliance against me with the goal of driving me insane. Never underestimate the leadership skills of a four-year-old. They were a well-oiled machine. Seamlessly taking turns throwing tantrums, two on, one off (I’m sure they figured they could hold out a lot longer if one of them was always resting). Making sure to like a meal one night but refuse it the next night just to keep me guessing.

And then my Parent’s magazine arrived. And on the cover the title of an article read “3 No-Fail Discipline Tricks.” No Fail? Really? You’re going to tell me there is no possible way this will fail? Keep Reading…

I Heart Minivans

I’ve been a minivan driver for 3.5 years.  It’s nice. When you are a mother of three kids 4 and under it’s pretty much a necessity. And 99% of the time I don’t mind driving it.

When I’m driving to preschool to drop off the kids: completely normal to be driving a minivan. When I’m loading up with a cart-load of groceries from target: completely normal. In and out of the doctor’s office, the playground and church: so completely normal.  I fit it.  I’m “one of them.” No one pays me a second glance.  Occasionally, I imagine that people think I’m the young nanny driving the family’s van.  But for the most part, I’m comfortable behind the wheel of my oversized car.

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Unicorn Mothers

Good news.  I just became a much better mom.  Let me explain.

I’ve always been good in school.  I am a teacher’s dream. I did not consider assignments optional.  Instead I worked hard to turn in exactly what the teacher wanted. The only acceptable grade in my head was an A.  If an A+ was offered, I went for it.

So naturally when I got pregnant, I read all the books and subscribed to all the parenting magazines.  I was determined to get an A in parenting. The following is a partial list that I had in my head of how to get an A in parenting: Keep Reading…

The Best Games You Will Ever Play

You will never play a more fun game than one created by a 4-year-old.  If you have never played a game created by a 4-year-old, you are missing out, because they are awesome. Here’s why:

1. Instructions on how to play are not linear.
Most games played by adults (or older children) have instructions that help the players get from start to finish.  Not so when a 4-year-old makes them up.  The instructions of the game are hardly ever established at the beginning of the game.  Playing a game a 4-year-old has created is a little like being in a foreign country riding a taxi cab. You are pretty sure you and the driver are on the same page with the destination, but in the end, you end up where ever the taxi driver thinks you should be. Keep Reading…

Preschoolers and Escalators

As a mother, we are supposed to teach our children the ways of the world.  The ins and outs, the ups and downs.  They trust us to prepare them so that one day, when they are on their own they will be able to handle things on their own.

While I am sure it’s not my only short coming as a parent, I realized the other day that I am failing my job in a certain area.  Escalators. My kids are clueless when it comes to these moving stairs.  In Jackson’s prime escalator learning years, the twins were babies and in a stroller so we took the elevator every where.  Now with three kids 4 and under I just don’t see how one adult can teach three kids at once how ride the escalators. Keep Reading…

No Mixing = No Fun

Yesterday my four-year-old asked to play with play-doh.  We’ve had play-doh in the house for about two years and have played with it about five times.  Mainly because I find it the most stressful activity in the world.  Actually, I’m sure things like finger painting, or even regular painting with paint brushes are more stressful.  But I’ve convinced my children that those crafts are only allowed at preschool.  I wish I had included play-doh in that group. But I didn’t. And last Christmas, we got the mega pack of play-doh and accessories.

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I didn’t kidnap my son.

A few months ago, I convinced my son, Jackson, to watch Disney’s Tangled with me. This wasn’t hard to do as he soon fell in love with the main character Rapunzel. For the next several days, we watched it every day.  He soon knew the story by heart.
Later, he asked me “Mom, am I really your son?” Not getting the reference to the movie, I said “Of course I’m your Mom! Who else would be?” Keep Reading…