Are We Born Competitive?
My kids are only 2 and 3 1/2 and, already, their competitive spirit is alive and well. I think it’s important to nurture it in a healthy way and teach them how to use it properly.
Life Lessons at the Bike Park
One day, I won’t be there to catch them, and I need for them to know how to dust themselves off and keep going.
A Beautiful Message from Our Baby’s Birth Mother
As an adopted daughter myself and now a birth mother, I will always be an advocate for adoption. I want women to know that there is an option.
Bedtime Blues
Boys are more prone to separation anxiety than girls and struggle more with understanding that mama loves them and is coming back. Thus, the genuine, gut-wrenching cries both my boys have subjected me to at bedtime.
You Get What You Look For
What do you believe about your children? Are you speaking and acting in a way that will build and train the children that you really want?
Do You Speak ‘Childrenese’?
Our children are, in many ways, strangers in the world of adults. They don’t speak our language particularly well – and we seem to have forgotten how to speak their language as we’ve aged.
7 Proven Tips for a Happy Home
I love this article, published by Time, to help parents like me make the most of these short years we have with our kids: "How to Have a Happy Family – 7 Tips Backed by Research".
Stop Blaming My iPhone
I was checking emails on my phone the other day when, out of nowhere, something swooped by at lightning speed and ripped it out of my hands. They were so fast, I didn’t even see who it was.
Why Can’t He Use the Dishwasher Properly?
I find myself huffing in annoyance when sorting out his attempt to pack the dishwasher. He has seemingly not calculated the maximised available space-to-ickiness-of-surface ratio.
Temper Tantrum, Aisle 3
Before I had kids, I would have known exactly how to deal with this situation: Jack, my 2-year-old son, is crying for reasons known only to himself as we make our way through Woolworths. Tyson, my 3 1/2-year-old, is good as gold… until we reach the cleaning aisle, of all places. Ignoring Jack’s tears as best I can, I put a box of OMO laundry powder in the trolley. That was ...
