Are We There Yet?
Repeat after me: School projects are fun. School projects are educational. School projects can be great family experiences if your parents are organized, proficient with a sewing machine and technically savvy.
I think you can see where this is going.
Our children are pros at Christmas lists.
As Friday's terrible news unfolded in Connecticut, I tried like the rest of the world to make some sense of it. And I failed.
Yes, I thought, as each person conveyed their horror, sadness, and desire to hold their children and wrap them in a bubble.
Yes, I thought, as people railed against those who believe any form of gun restrictions are unconstitutional.
It was one of those “I knew that!” parenting moments.
I had hauled my 3-year-old in for a doctor’s visit that was likely to end with some needle unpleasantness, so I’d brought along lots of distractions in my diaper suitcase: books, sippy cup, toys, and what I considered healthy snacks.
We started having The Conversation in third grade.
Not where babies come from.
My son went on a field trip, and two of his friends brought cellphones along for the bus ride — which they used, amid much hysterical laughter, to leave unintelligible messages on our answering machine. Something about Frankenstein.
I am not a coffee drinker.
Never liked the bitter taste, despite my deep affection for its cousin, chocolate.
But I am addicted to iced tea, and for years, I happily plunked down $1 for 16 ounces of Lipton’s “Pure Leaf” tea in a bottle.
We are now the proud owners of a recliner.
A gen-u-ine La-Z-Boy, dark brown microfiber.
This is our new normal. Along with blood glucose screenings, heart monitors and endless trips to the clinic.
Our family had a life-changing moment a month or so ago, when my husband was hospitalized after a heart attack and assorted complications.