Jackadillo Princess

When we first moved Robbie to a toddler bed a couple weeks ago, he started coming out of his room by himself, shuffling out into the dark house, clutching his Thomas the Train blanket and looking for me and Rob. The second night of this new independence, I heard his door slam shut at about 5:30 a.m.

Things that have caused my daughter to burst into tears in the past few days: If we get a bounce house for her birthday party, all the party guests might want to use jump in it at the same time and there won’t be any room for her. What if, when we get to the toy store, they don’t have the Barbie sh

Hey there, how are you?  You probably don’t remember me, as I disappeared for a few months and the internet has a short memory. (Or a long one, if you’re trying to maintain your privacy, I guess.) Here’s a brief recap of the past few months: November: Ugh, gotta get ready for finals.   December:

“Karen says if you eat too much you get flat,” Kaylee said to me the other day. I really wonder what’s going on in Kaylee’s head when she hears a statement like that.  Is she imagining eating a bunch of food and magically flattening into a Kaylee-shaped piece of paper, capable of sliding under doors

I have no coherent topic for this post, so I’m going to give you some bullet points of things I would have elaborated on if I were being an actual blogger lately.   1.  Ginny Weasley probably doesn’t wash her hands often enough.  I know, right?  Who would have thought?  I mean, she seems like a toug

I am having a bit of a day. That’s the sort of thing I say about Kaylee whenever she comes home from school and can’t not yell at me for any indiscretion.  You know, like breathing and offering her apple juice when I should know that she’s not in the mood for apple juice right now, Jesus mom, could

One of the classes I’m taking this semester runs from 8 a.m. to 10:40 a.m. on Friday mornings – a particularly cruel schedule, I would say, if it weren’t for the fact that this is the one and only time of the week when it’s easy to find parking on campus. Because no one can sit through a two-hour-an

"Karen said I'm ugly."That's what Kaylee told me today, on the way home from school. Karen, of course, is not the child's real name. No one names their kids Karen anymore."What?" I asked, surprised to learn that these things start so young."Karen told me I'm ugly."How do I react to this? I wondered.