family-life

The mother-daughter relationship is a complicated one. Mothers represent our first encounter with womanhood, but also our first rejection of it. For years, I told myself that I was nothing like my mother, firm in my belief that the only similarities between us were our genetics. I’m not sure when it began (truth be told,… Read More »

When it came time to end our year-old nanny-sharing arrangement with our friends and their son, there was an element of sadness in the air the entire last week. We brought these two little boys together, had them spend almost every waking hour together, and essentially forced them to become friends. Not surprisingly, they became… Read More »

Last night i went to bed with a pit in my stomach. By the morning, that pit had grown into a tree of guilt bearing massive fruit of anxiety. This morning was Cy’s first day at daycare (from herein referred to as ‘school’). And it brought with it painful flashbacks of my very own: my… Read More »

The funny thing about romantic vacations is that I spend months impatiently getting excited about the prospect of spending quality time with my husband while getting a break from Cy, and then the moment I’m gone, I miss him like crazy. That being said, when my husband and I were offered a complimentary staycation as part… Read More »

I scream, you scream, we all scream for…popsicles!!! I think Cy gets this from me. I love popsicles. You know, the cheap “chocolate” ones you find at the bottom of the convenience store freezer stuck to each other and so covered in ice crystals that when you go to split them down the middle they inevitably… Read More »

Grandmas jump in puddles and get their shoes wet. They splash around in mud just because it’s fun. They do laps in a toy Audi around the park in the rain. They slide down wet sides and climb dirty jungle gyms. They spend hours sifting through sandboxes, and get sand in their shoes, and probably… Read More »