Category: parenting sure is fun

More Hits Than Misses Is Not Just A Battleship Goal

I’m trying desperately to raise decent fairly independent humans. I see all the blog posts. And then I see all the rebuttals to all the blog posts, telling me that the original posts are all wrong. We should helicopter our kids. We shouldn’t helicopter them! We should tell our kids…

Winter Part Deux and Mogwai Rules

My Timehop app tells me that two years ago on this exact day I was complaining about the sNOw outside my window which leads me to believe that we always fool ourselves into thinking that spring is spring in Toronto. Spoiler alert: It’s not. It’s Winter Part Deux. BRB, going…

Progress

This morning Emily had a 10:30 start at school. This meant that she got to sleep in. At 10am I walked past her room and though, hmmm, it’s weird that I haven’t seen her. Usually in the mornings she’s in my closet searching for clothes and in my kitchen searching…

Front Crawls

On Wednesday nights, I take Josh and Isabella swimming. Actually, let me clarify that. On Wednesday nights, I take Josh and Isabella to the local community center, drop them in front of their respective change rooms, and enjoy 45 minutes of time by myself while I watch them swim. It’s…

The Time I Cried At Parent-Teacher Conferences

Today was a busy, busy day. The morning after my son’s bar mitzvah included consuming all of the leftover brownies that didn’t get eaten last night, checking out all of the photos that were hashtagged #marbar15, teaching my mother how to add apps to her phone (after we emailed iForgot…

Do You Stalk Your Kids At Summer Camp?

When I went to overnight camp, we wrote letters home three times a week. For my parents, this was their only form of communication with me. I was gone for four weeks each summer (sometimes eight!) and my mom would have to sit and wait by the mailbox for any…

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