Written by Emily We spend 9:45-12:30 every Saturday in the spring perched on canvas chairs watching two of our little ones play soccer. We get up to change fields and scoop Sylvie up before she dances into the middle of… Read More ›
Written by Emily I’ve tolerated endless renditions of “Let it Go”: spit in anger like feminist poetry, growled in monster tongue, squealed into the air like KidzBop and hurled through the room in pseudo-opera. Again and again and again to… Read More ›
Written by Michelle Her big brown eyes found mine. Her eyelashes were low, and her look confirmed that she was somewhat defeated. She connected intently to my actions. Her tone was terse, but her demeanor was sweet. Focus on me!… Read More ›
Written by Emily This summer, Sylvie, my 2 year old, is in a wedding. A few summers ago, Noah was a ring bearer. I have three children. Yesterday, while I was out to dinner with my girls, a stranger came… Read More ›
Written by Emily My brother and his wife just had a baby. A beautiful, perfect boy. My sister-in-law has asked me about developmental milestones. She’s wondered about how I handled this thing or that thing and “do you think that’s… Read More ›
Written by Emily Kids are a lot of things: curious, fun, playful, silly. And also stupid. Stupid+curious+fun+playful+silly leads to twerking in front of some guy’s camera phone during Spring Break, which becomes footage for Girls Gone Wild, the web edition…or… Read More ›
Written by Emily I stumbled across Boomer Esiason’s sports show for a second time this week en route to Disney Junior. I never noticed it before, but with his recent comments that hearken to a kinder, gentler era when women… Read More ›
Written by Emily I just completed Chloe’s kindergarten registration packet. The “Current Functioning of Your Child” section was by-far the most difficult. My thought process went a little something like this… How would you describe your child as a person?… Read More ›
Written by Emily She’s standing five inches from my face, but she’s on stage. She’s gazing past my shoulder where she can see her imagination, the stage crew, creating the set piece by piece until it looks like the world… Read More ›
Written by Emily Kids are puzzles; parents pretend to have the answers. Pretend is the operative word here because often we just don’t–have the answers, I mean. We guess. We speculate. We surmise. “She’s teething.” “It’s gas.” “He’s experiencing a… Read More ›
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