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  • What parenting taught me about empathy

    What parenting taught me about empathy

    Before I became a parent, I would roll my eyes at the parents with the screaming toddler on the subway.

  • Bed time is dad time

    As a stay-at-home mom, I am fortunate to have forged such a strong bond with my son and am grateful to my husband for the financial and emotional support he has given me to be able to care for our child. Although, I am the primary care taker, there is…

  • Months matter

    Parenting, children, family, childhood development

  • Sliding in to independence

    As I watched my son cautiously make his way up the stairs than negotiate his way across the bridge toward the slide, I knew he was becoming a bona fide big kid.

  • Un-defining parenthood

    Attachment, authoritative, helicopter, natural, it seems that there are as many “types” of parents as there are actual parents.

  • Return to the playground

    Something about the presence of blood makes even a minor injury seem like the most horrific thing imaginable,  and when it is your son bleeding profusely, that is another level of awful.

  • Breakfast at 2 a.m.

    “How did I get here?” I wondered, as a scrambled some eggs up for my wide- eyed child. It was around 2 a.m., and he (we) had been up since midnight. I hoped that with minimal fussing he would have gone back to sleep, but when after almost two hours…

  • A vaccination post for the rest of us

    In the spirit of keeping this a more light-hearted blog, I avoided the topic of vaccinations, as it is so divisive and stirs up some serious emotions in people. But, in light of several reports on Measles outbreaks and the backlash toward anti-vaccers, I am compelled to weigh in and…

  • The search for the mythical sleeper

    I think every new mom has heard the story of the magical baby who slept through the night from practically out of the womb. Like the unicorn or leprechaun, this mythical creature sleeps peacefully through the night with nary a peep until morning.

  • He’s waiting for something good to say

    At my son’s 12-month check-up, the doctor said that by 15 months, he should have a vocabulary of five words, and mama and dada don’t count … ouch.