Most days I multi-task and spend much of my life looking down... tap, tap, tapping away, mind drifting off. If only my bottom could get the work out my thumbs do, I'd at least be able to check something off my resolutions list.
This week in Parenthesis, the school year starts for two mom bloggers; Tanis Miller’s kids reenact a scene from her childhood; and Ilana Wiles reali...
I've learned to pick my battles and focus on what's really important. I choose cuddling and playtime over finishing the laundry piled sky-high in the basket.
This week in Parenthesis, we laugh at Mom-101’s common search term roundup, go on a family vacation with Mike Adamick, envy Karen Walrond her (force...
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Though I fear for my skin and internal organs, my son is goddamn adorable. He's my first choice for "People I would let excavate my throat," and "If you had to pick someone to accidentally give you a spleenectomy, who would it be?"
This week in Parenthesis, a dad blogger takes his daughter bra shopping, Katie Allison Granju picks up writing tips from a Hollywood memoir and Ilana ...
Our son is no less certain of his own name, or of the existence of his right hand, than he is of our presence in the house as he sleeps at night. This is a wonderful thing to give a child.
My injured toe is perhaps the most repulsive-looking appendage on the planet. But it's colorful. I'll give it that. Just in time for Easter, it's a feast of pigmentation.
I can take all those little plastic bowls and cups from Ikea out of my cupboards, I guess. It's a whole new parenting enchilada, this 'tween/teen thing.
Some might say I could have waited until we were wheeled out of the operating room, but I began the conversation early. "Listen, there will be male people in the nursery," I warned, the moment her beanie-clad head hit my bosom. "Do not worry."