Her tiny body rolls into position on the pink and white patterned mattress. She sighs through her perfect lips, and I exhale a breath of relief. She’s asleep. I get to go work, clean, or play with her brother. So many possibilities. I tiptoe away like a ninja, keeping my eyes on the sleeping sweetheart. One step. Another. Something catches my eye. A small spot behind her crib. It moves. I turn around for a closer look. “Please God don’t let it be a tick,”[Read more]
Once upon a time there was a little dinosaurs. And then they growed ginormous! Then they growed small again. But they were strong. They goed in a deep, dark, cave. They got scared of the dark. But they had a telephone in there. They called somebody. They had a flashlight in there. It was ginormous! But they had new page on their phone to call somebody and color on it. They had fun. Hooray! Thee end. Written by my four-year-old.
Dear first time mother of a toddler, You have made it through the first year of your baby’s life. It was amazing, but it certainly wasn’t easy. From day one there was the realization that you are a caregiver of this fragile human. You would wake up at night after three short hours worried if the baby was alright. You watched fat tears roll down her chubby cheek when she cut her first tooth. She had her first boo-boo and you kept[Read more]
The Little Airplane Once upon a time there was a little airplane. A monster truck came and crushed the airplane. And then he broke its wheels. Then a repairman builded it again. Then the monster truck pushed him in the air and then he was flying in the air! Thee end. Written by my four-year-old son.
A look into one dilemma mothers of boys face.