I’ve been a mom of three for two-and-a-half months now, and I’m so confident about this baby care thing that I deserve a gold star. I know cries, how to soothe. I can dress her in three seconds flat; I know which onesies can be saved post-blowout, and which just need a scissors and a trash bag. It’s a talent, you know. But it’s the other two – the preschoolers – that have me fumbling around like an amateur. The (...Read More)

Current Occupation: Mother. 2005-present Positions held: -        Chauffer/Taxi driver -        Nail technician -        First aid attendant -        Barber -        Rear hygienist -        Conflict resolution/mediator -        Cheerleader -        Personal shopper/stylist -        Party planner -        Anger Management Counselor -        Maid -        Short order cook -        Waitress -        Table Busser -        Psychotherapist -        Tutor -        Lifeguard -        Social Chair -        Referee -        Coach -        Waste Receptacle -        Exorcist Education: Over-qualified. Well, I at least know more than the kids. Accomplishments: -        Flew cross (...Read More)

On the first day of spring break the universe sent me Caveman’s pants that were soaked with pee (in the middle of a book store, awesome). On the second day of spring break the universe sent me two sleepovers (GO TO SLEEP!) and Caveman’s pants that were soaked with pee. On the third day of spring break the universe sent to me three art projects (NO GLITTER!), two sleepovers, and Caveman’s pants that were soaked with pee. On the fourth (...Read More)

Snugglebug recently developed a strange rash, speckles, welts and bumps that erupted and scabbed over in a matter of days. Her temperature was normal, but when I had to wake my high-energy five-year-old at 10:00 a.m.—a full three hours later than she usually wakes me—the anxiety set in. “It’s chicken pox. I just know it,” I told Mr. Wright. “Yeah, she sure does look sick,” he replied, wincing at her high-pitched shrieks of abject joy as she climbed a mountain (...Read More)

A couple weeks ago I received one of those phone calls that everyone dreads; my mother was on the other end of the line and she was in despair. My sister had suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. The first few hours after the call were a blur, but one decision my husband and I quickly made was not to tell the kids. They were too young, our daughter “Sun-Bun” is 4 and our son “Pookie” is 2 plus I was (...Read More)