As our son gets older, I’ve found that we need to get a bit more creative with our parenting–particularly when dealing with those more “challenging” situations inherent to life with a three-and-a-half year old boy. Check out what I consider to be our parenting “greatest hits”, if you will.
At three-and-a-half, our son JR is in this interesting phase where he’s old enough to verbally express what he’s thinking but young enough that his thoughts are often hilarious, absurd, and so cute you can’t see straight. Check out a recent interview I did with him–about me!
When my son was first born, I was FANTASTIC at following the “sleep when the baby sleeps” edict. But as he’s gotten older–and as I’ve transitioned into life as a stay-at-home mother–I’ve adopted more of a “do absolutely every single task under the sun while the baby sleeps…and go sort of crazy in the process” approach to life. Things gotta change, y’all.
Our family is really great at road trips–partly because we’re just good sports in general, and partly because we’ve zeroed in on a few essential items that help make the difference between a weekend spent enjoying each other’s company and one spent tearing each other’s hair out. Read on to find out what made the cut…and be sure to share your faves, too.
Wait. Don’t panic. This isn’t a weird way to tell you all that my child is ill and on his way out or something. How inappropriate would that be? Anyway no, it’s just that lately I’ve been very aware of the fact that Father Time is a cruel, fleeting son of a bitch.
All told, I have very few complaints about my son, JR. Save the occasional hiccup, we have a fantastic time together, and I can’t get enough of him. He’s really just a sweet, funny, and loving three-year-old boy.
But good gravy, the kid cannot listen.
What do you do when you’re an introverted lover of personal space who’s also a mother to an adorable but persistent little boy determined to spend most of his waking hours physically connected to you in some way? Write about it on the Internet, of course!
Sure, it’s got kind of a goofy name, but the manner in which we approach the “mom friend” role can mean the difference between kid-centered friendships to which we don’t give a second thought once we leave the playground and deeper relationships we can rely on during those darker parenting days.
In third grade Robbie McBurney made fun of my nose; I hated it from that moment on. So imagine my dismay when I realized my son was set to inherit the very feature that made me so self conscious that 20 years later I still remember the name of the kid that made fun of it.
Find out how Mr. Stingy, Mr. Sneezy, Little Miss Perfect, and the rest of the gang helped my three-year-old son shatter my heart into a million little pieces (in the best possible way, of course).
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