I have a few friends who have recently announced pregnancies. As I chat with them, and they ask for advice, I can’t help but think of my own dive, face-first, into what is the most wonderful, exhausting, trying and beautiful time of my life.
Advertisement
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, or because of the toxins in our environment, or just because really bad things happen to really good people – but cancer seems to be impacting more and more people I know lately.
I would love to be able to say that I teach my son something every day. I would love to say he is learning his colors, or numbers, or what “no” means, or that “Mona” the dog and “Momma” the person are not interchangeable.
I have watched all the “Oceans” movies and dated more than one person before getting married, so I consider myself an expert on men.
It’s funny how quickly our children go through stages and phases in their (public) love for us.
When I got pregnant, I had plans. I was certain my child was going to have the best, eat the best, learn from the best and be the best.
I love a good road trip. A car full of friends, the open road and — sometimes — no particular place to go. I can recall some especially good ones, like the college excursion that began in Boone with me and three rugby teammates, a vinyl-topped 1980 Toyota Corolla, some Black Label beer, O’Grady’s Au Gratin potato chips and — actually, that’s a story for another day.
I don’t know why anyone purchases toys for my child. Or any toddler, for that matter.
As someone who is scared of heights, gets extremely motion sick and hates waiting in long lines, Carowinds has never been tops on my list of places to visit. My husbands likes all of those things even less than me. Really, we're a fun pair.
I typically measure my rating as a momma by whether or not my child is safe in his bed at the end of the day. Every night I think, “OK, I didn’t mess up today by inadvertently leaving him at the park or letting him play with knives. Today was a good day.”
The first rule of day care: Never look back after you drop off your child. As the cliché goes, rules are meant to be broken, so I shatter the day care rule every day. Mondays are especially hard.
If you’re looking for up-to-date reports about any women’s restrooms within a 30 mile radius – and a few along the interstate between North Carolina and Pennsylvania – just ask me.
Everyone likes to think they’re cool, and I’m no exception. So I’d promised myself that if I saw a celebrity during my week-long trip to New York City last week, I’d walk on by without so much as a second glance.
“Why?” That was the one question our 11-year-old had after we briefly explained to him about the school shootings in Ohio.
I’m all about the great outdoors, buying local and going to farmers markets. My opinions on capitalism and big-box stores have produced name-calling to the tune of socialist, communist and tree-hugging, patchouli-smelling, non-showering hippie.
I make it a habit not to judge others’ parenting — especially in the grocery store. I’ve had some low points as a mom, and many of them involved a meltdown in aisle 10 — either by a child or myself.
When our family consisted of just two adults and a dog, there were fewer messes, fewer groceries and far fewer tears. And, as we recently discovered, fewer banned words.
I don’t make time for things like meal-planning. (One look at me and you’ll see I also don’t make time for manicures, haircuts and eyebrow waxing.)
It’s hard to imagine Mooresville before super centers and world markets, but if you go off the business path and visit the area’s oldest farms, you might discover new ways to grow roots.
It is every kid's dream -- a week at Walt Disney World with 50 or so of your closest friends -- and no mom or dad to nag you.
The thrill of the football season (and the family sporting matching jerseys) is over. In an effort to expand family bonding time, try hitting one of these local hot spots that not only entertains, but can spark some ongoing family learning.
Whether you blame it on the full moon, too little sleep the night before or too much sugar for breakfast, every mom knows that kids just have bad days.
Knowing what to expect can help relieve the nerve of expectant moms and dads.
Most married people look back on the early days of their relationship with nostalgia. To be "in love" is a natural high. You feel like the world is suddenly safe and the future is brilliantly hopeful and exciting.
When my co-worker pointed the gun at me, I was surprised at how small it looked. Then I got mad. No, not mad. Downright, vein-bulgingly outraged that this rock-brained harpy was aiming a gun at me!
Advertisement
Advertisement
Advertisement