Natural as Possible Mom

My mom watches Keira on Tuesdays. I moderated a Webinar today, so they both left the house for the afternoon. When I finished the Webinar I put my home phone back on the hook. There was a message waiting. “Hello, Karen? I took her shopping and we came back to my house to put the [...]

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Yesterday I decided to take the 20 minutes between when the big girl got off the bus and when the sitter came to try the whole bike riding thing again. Katelyn was thrilled. “No screaming,” she promised. We started down the street. She was shaky, but doing much better than she did the day before. [...]

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Katelyn is a screamer. When I do her hair in the morning. When she bumps herself. When I am trying to teach her how to ride a bike. She screams. A lot. I am not a screamer. My husband isn’t, either. (Note to husband: I never said I wasn’t a nag, though, Chris.) It’s very, [...]

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At the beginning of the year Katelyn was obsessed with clubs. She’s come home almost every day telling us about this club or that club that she wanted to start. She’d rush off to school so excited about asking the other kids to join with her, but invariably she’d fail to sign people up. (She [...]

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This blog post is late. Should have been up this morning — I typically write the night before and schedule them to post automatically. However, my husband had his fourth surgery yesterday so I didn’t write last night. I’m glad I didn’t. This morning I made a big parenting mistake, and I’d love to hear [...]

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The phone rang yesterday evening. It was one of Katelyn’s classmates’ moms. One of the five or so I called on Election Day when my mom, my sitter, called in sick, and I was looking to do a playdate. We chatted. She apologized for not calling sooner. We talked about the bat bake sale that [...]

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Want to learn something else about me? I grew up thinking I was a klutz. Maybe I was one. (See proof: Saturday Stupidity.) The evidence was right in front of me on a daily basis. I was always the kid picked last for sports. Always the last one left in dodge ball — the one [...]

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My two girls are as different as two sisters could be. And it goes deeper than superficial characteristics such as looks – Katelyn is a redhead; Keira is blonde – and birthdates (Katelyn just started first grade, while Keira turned one in June).
Katelyn is a quiet, thoughtful child. By the time she was a year [...]

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