Boys Love Dirt

Yesterday I sat watching my son gleefully crash his toy cars into piles of dirt. I got a big wide smile on my face seeing how happy he was digging, building little mountains and destroying them. He squealed in delight, “Mommy watch!” Then, as I looked up at him, he threw a giant handful of … Continue reading Boys Love Dirt

Living by a new set of rules

Nothing makes sense anymore. In my old, pre-baby life, if someone asked me for waffles, I'd make them waffles and we'd be good. Now if the child asks for waffles, I end up with screams of despair and cold waffles and I'm still not really sure where I went wrong. I've given up trying to … Continue reading Living by a new set of rules