There’s a reason why everyone gets a copy of Dr. Seuss’s Oh, the Places You’ll Go when they graduate from high school; it says exactly what you need to hear when you’re entering a new phase of your life. Trust me. I know of what I speak.
There are three things you need to know about me: 1) Physical comedy gets me every time; 2) I live in awe of good parodists; and 3) I love a good poop joke. So naturally Theatre IV’s production of The Stinky Cheese Man And Other Fairly Stupid Tales was right up my alley. Oh, and my three-year-old son’s.
I’ve been singing to JR ever since he was a tiny, shrimp-like creature snuggled up in my belly. To give you a glimpse into our daily life, I thought I’d share some of our favorites here. Hopefully you’ll share some of your go-to songs, too.
My son slept through the night for the first time when he was six weeks old. At four months he was sleeping 12 hours straight. But before you hate me know this: I am getting mine now. And it suuuuuucks.
“Don’t worry, it will be a beautiful scar.” Those were some of the last words my doctor said to me before I underwent the emergency C-section that brought my son into the world. When I first saw where they opened me up, “beautiful” wasn’t the first word to come to mind. But it does now.
“I don’t wanna wear Doraaaaaaaa! I’m a BOY!”
Find out how those two sentences made one mother spiral into a fretful tornado of self doubt…and spend WAY too much time thinking (and talking) about her child’s underwear.
Ever since my son was born, we’ve made it a little family tradition to give him a specially chosen book for Christmas. In honor of that, I thought I’d share a few of my current favorites in the world of children’s books—some holiday-related, some not, but all absolutely delightful. Hopefully they’ll give you that last bit of inspiration you need when finishing up your shopping for the little ones in your life.
On recent trip out for breakfast with my son, I learned that I can be a real jerk. A jerk that means well, but a jerk nonetheless. Read on to find out how — and how my toddler totally showed me up in the process.
From the moment my son JR was surgically removed from my person three years ago, he’s had an iPhone camera in his face. So I suppose it was inevitable that he’d want to get in on the action; I just didn’t expect this to happen when he was two years old. I also didn’t expect he would be so persistent that we would actually give in to his toddler-y demands. That’s right. My son has his own iPhone.
The older my son gets, the more I realize that our similarities go much deeper than the massive heads, fair skin, and gingerish tendencies we have in common. I have truly met my match. In fact, I birthed him. And he’s spent his almost three years on this planet holding a metaphorical mirror up to my face.
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