Parenting

My son has reached a lot of development milestones this year, but one of my favorite is that he’s willing to sit down and watching baking shows with me. He decided to join me when he caught a glimpse of Halloween Baking Championship as the contestants were making something

My son turned a wooden toy fishing rod into a sniper rifle, using paper cutouts and a lot of that clear heavy tape we try to save for wrapping packages. It has a couple of grips on the bottom and a sight on the top. I sort of hate it.

There were raging arguments in the house last week. I almost couldn’t get my weekly essay finished, and am late on this one, because my writing domain at home is an office with a thin door that is almost splashing distance from the bathroom, where my son has been

I think the term “threenager” is misleading. It implies that three is the only age that comes with teenage-style attitude. Maybe we all know it, parents, and the term only came about because “three” happens to provide a slant rhyme with “teen”. If there was a similarly rhyming word

My son doesn’t get enough sleep, and it’s probably our fault. It drives me up the wall to be trying to relax in the living room at a decidedly late hour and hear the intermittent snap of Legos being put together, or the hollow sound of his closet

There has been a slow shift in our household, and the child that was once a nearly uncontrollable tornado of impulses has become a rangy kid. A kid who is almost at the end of his kindergarten year, who still clings to me when given the chance but also runs

In case it isn’t clear from, well, everything I write about, I am a person with a lot on her mind. I can scarcely do a task without thinking about the next one, or about what I’d rather be doing instead. In fact, those things I’d rather