One night a few weeks ago, several of my “mom” friends and I who had husbands working late or out of town got together with the kids for dinner.  We got Chinese take-out, which usually pleases everyone.  And everyone was pleased—except Caveman, whose current culinary preferences include fruit snacks* and, well, air. He ate not one bite.  No rice (he likes rice).  No broccoli (he loves broccoli).  None of the sweet crispy chicken dish that every other kid gobbled up.  (...Read More)

Well, it’s been 4 weeks since I had my bruiser of a boy. Yes, 9 lbs 11 oz! The fact that he came out (the usual way) in two pushes was, at first, a point of pride for me. “9 lbs 11 oz, 2 pushes!” I proudly proclaimed on my Facebook status update. But then it dawned on me that it is absolutely frightening that I was able to push out that ginormous baby in 2 pushes. I mean, either (...Read More)

“Guess what, mom?  ’D’ got a really gross book out of the library about the Titanic.” “Yes, it was really sad how those people died in the frozen water,” I repsonded “No, he said there were people in there and they were doing sex!” I didn’t bother to continue the conversation, knowing full well that if I tried to smooth things over it would lead into something that would definitely be over the head of my first grade son, who (...Read More)