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Shortly after Christmas, I found myself at an indoor play place trying to let my kids burn off some energy. It had been raining constantly for the past two weeks and we were utterly stir-crazy. I sent the kids off to play and sat down to drink a cup of tea, all the while keeping an eye on my little hooligans. My younger son, Henry, just turned three and has always played very rough. He’s a physical kid whose first instinct when frustrated or upset is to throw something or sometimes, unfortunately, hit or push someone. My husband and I have been doing everything we can to discipline him and show him the right way to behave — talking about...
As my youngest approached his second birthday, I hit a parenting wall. I had thoughts like "Can postpartum depression be delayed two years? Are my hormones out of whack? Maybe I'm not cut out for the toddler years." Then I started reading "Happiest Toddler on the Block" by Dr. Karp, and a light bulb went off! In part one, he writes "Toddlers are tricky even for experienced parents," and "Your tot's words or deeds may open up feelings of hurt and humiliation from deep in your past." My life as a mom was subconsciously reminding me of issues in my own childhood. It might sound a little kooky, but bare with me. Now that I had two boys who can (and still...
I cried inside of Whole Foods the other day. It wasn’t planned, though is any cry ever planned? But it was needed. A little back story: Maverick has been cutting his molars on top of the other teeth coming out which in turn are making his gums bleed. We’ve also hit the stage early in toddlerhood where he’s learning right from wrong, also known as the terrible twos (cringe). And he wants to walk in every store, which is fine until he starts taking everything off the shelves, or walking too far ahead (since he’s too old to hold my hand). So that being said, most days are testing for me, but we’ve made some headway. The other day a friend came...
My husband and I had finally settled down for the 30 minutes we spend alone together each night on the couch before passing out from utter exhaustion. The clock said 9:15pm and I was just about ready to "relax" (whatever that means these days) when we heard it. "It" being the high pitched shrieking. From across the house. We both sunk further into the couch. My husband, who works incredibly hard for our family and is typically at work 12+ hours a day, jumped up. He's been better about that lately, truth be told. I wonder if he senses our babies slipping away, too. He tried but there was just no settling her. She screamed and screamed. And howled. Screamed some more. He...
Play Should Be a Dirty Word Do me a favor. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath and think back to your childhood. Go back as far as you can. Now, what was your most favorite thing to do? You were playing, right? And chances are, it was something outside. I bet you can remember that feeling with clarity, the sights, sounds, smell. And I bet your hands, feet, face and clothes showed the evidence. Now, hold on to that thought. When I give tours to prospective families of our preschool and tell them that children learn best through play and that is always a dirty endeavor, about half look at me as if I just cursed them out, think I’m...

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