I get a call from Mikey’s school almost weekly. He and some friends were pushing and shoving. He keeps speaking out of turn. He laughed and encouraged another student when they were making a bad decision. He and some friends were pushing and shoving, again. Every time my phone rings during school hours and I see that familiar number flash across the screen, I do an eye roll. My greeting is usually something to the effect of, “What did he do now?” However, throughout the weeks

I was sick as a dog the day before Thanksgiving. Unfortunately, Mikey only had a half-day of school Wednesday, which meant my husband was on entertainment duty for the afternoon even though he was still supposed to be plugged in for work. I was in and out of consciousness all day, but the fragments I took in weren’t good. It started in the morning when I heard Mike tell the 7-year-old to get his shoes on approximately 14 times. As expected, his volume rose with each request.

Mikey took his first airplane ride in June. We went to Orlando. I don’t recommend going to Orlando in June. There’s a whole rhyme and...

We have entered a phase where the child is now very concerned with what he wears, how his hair is cut, and that he is keeping up with the...

We are officially in full summer mode. Dripping in ice cream, up until double-digits, black feet from walking around barefoot, sunburned,...

Mikey finally … finally! … lost his first tooth. At 7 years old, all of his friends have already lost multiple teeth and are sporting the...

I have never considered myself to be very conservative when it comes to language or bodies, but being around 7-year-old boys is making me...

For just three people, we sure have a lot of shoes in our household. Particularly boys’ youth size 1.5. Now, my brain and memory aren’t...

A few Fridays ago Mikey got off the bus in a wonderful mood, as usual, and we started shooting some hoops like we would any other day. A...

My husband, Mike, got suckered into coaching recreational soccer in the fall. When Mikey’s team didn’t have a coach and the call for...

Mikey was riding with me in the car recently when “No Diggity” by Blackstreet came on the radio. For those of you who are unfamiliar,...

Holidays have gotten out of control. I write this after sending an underwhelmed seven-year-old (yes, he’s seven now!) on the bus on St....

There is a lot of independence happening at our house lately, and I like it. Well, most of it. For example, the 6-year-old is finally...

It’s February and we hadn’t had the plague since the holidays, which means we were due. And let me tell you, it’s doing a real number on...

One of the many things no one told me about becoming a parent is that everything would go missing. It started with things from my purse...

Mikey has been playing indoor flag football through a local recreation program for the past several weeks, and for the past several weeks...

There’s been a lot of yelling in our household lately (especially around bedtime), so I recently downloaded an eBook about gentle...

I’ve said it before at this time of the year and I’ll say it again … In the words of Ralphie Parker, “The Christmas noose is tightening.”...

One day this summer I picked Mikey up from camp and we hit a nearby playground where I was subjected to numerous rounds of Gaga Ball....

Well, readers, I had a real parenting fail recently. I was cutting the gross stuff off some raw chicken breast while Mikey worked out of...