Do you remember the media hubbub from a couple years back, when a woman labeled by some as “America’s Worst Mom” let her kid ride the NYC subway all by himself? I thought so. I chatted with Lenore Skenazy of Free-Range Kids one recent Sunday afternoon as she made chicken soup from scratch—and no. Sadly,… Continue reading Confident Mom Interview #3: Lenore Skenazy of Free-Range Kids
How can a mere misplaced item spark such rage? This morning, I could not find: My boots. The ones I wear all the time. Eventually found them in the front closet with the rest of our shoes. I'm pretty sure Cody put them away just to mess with me. Stella's right shoe. It was nowhere… Continue reading All is not lost.
In our pre-Stella existence, with all our disposable income and endless free time, most of which was spent dining out, Cody and I faithfully attended Bumbershoot. My favorite performance by far was Public Enemy, though we saw a lot of big names along with some fabulous unknowns and rising stars. To us, the festival was… Continue reading The unnameable, rambling post about mommy blogging, growing up, and all that is sacred about parenting, with a special shout-out to Oprah, Heather Armstrong, and Stephanie Nielson. The end.
I remember one day, having been home from college for a brief stint, my mother, who is a pretty wonderful kick-ass character, sensed that I was not doing so well. She drove me back to school, and as I reluctantly got out of the car, she suddenly put her hand on my arm and said,… Continue reading What would my mom and Kevin Garnett do?
Today is our 3rd anniversary. Cody and I have been married for three years, but together for seven and a half. Though, the last year alone feels more like a decade in some ways. Cody gave me the most thoughtful card with several sentences written inside that made my eyes well up (!), and, from… Continue reading Three is a magic number
Stella's father (Cody) and I met playing basketball. He was one of two men on our team, and ours was the only team in the league with women. Yep, it was a men's league and we bitches crashed the party. They were GUYS, and even though most of us played some college ball (granted, division… Continue reading Let the games begin!
You know Nervous Nelly and Debbie Downer. But have you met Anxious Amber? I've found that anxiety is a worthy and conniving foe. We've battled it out for years and so far, it hasn't defeated me. But, as is required for proper tension in any comic book or superhero flick, it does get the best… Continue reading Why I haven’t written in so long
As usual, I don't know where to begin. Over the past two weeks, I have experienced the low of crying while lying sprawled on the floor with a string of snot connecting my nose to the carpet to the high of many truly perfect moments with a happy, big-bellied Stella smiling in the sun. We… Continue reading My deal with an adorable devil
I should be blogging often as Stella is giving me tons of Grade A writing material. She took her first steps last week and is getting four new teeth (all at once). But I'm feeling pretty depressed lately, so every time I go to write, I quickly tire and say to myself, "Why bother?" It's… Continue reading *Overly dramatic sigh*
So, Stella has been outside the womb for just about as long as she was in it. This seems like a big milestone to me and my uterus. Stells (that's not a typo--it's one of our nicknames for her) celebrated her nine-month birthday on Sunday. The occasion was marked with a Waterbabies class (with a… Continue reading Nine months