Category: The Boy

We’ve Come a Long Way, Superman

I always thought I’d be the mother of girls. I always pictured myself raising a gaggle of sisters like the March family. I am a girl, I know how to be a girl, I know the good parts about being a girl and I understand the bad parts. I have…

They Are Basically Paula Abdul And That Cat. Or Something.

In the car, singing along to whatever song is playing on Radio Disney. Josh to Emily: You are being so Hermione Granger right now. The funny thing is, he meant it as an insult.  The funnier thing is, she took it as a compliment.  And that right there is the…

Thrown To The Baseball Wolves

I have somewhat of a reputation for throwing my kids into unfamiliar territory. After-school activities, camps, sports. We don’t subscribe to the “as long as they know one other kid going” method for choosing environments for our younglings. I’m not even really sure why we do this,  since I would…

Back On The Field. With A Vengeance. {Sponsored}

Once upon a time my son Josh used to play soccer. He loved it.   Until he didn’t love it so much anymore. Fine, we thought, because he has moved on to his next exciting activity — hockey. He loved it. Until he didn’t love it so much anymore. Fine,…

I Feel Lucky. Punk.

Remember that ’80s show Out Of This World with the girl who was a half alien and had that weird cube-like contraption that she talked to and could stop time with her fingers? Well, the ’80s were a really weird time, for sure, but that superpower? That’s one that I’d…

He Shall Now Be Called…McGuffey

So, the new thing around here is that my 11-year-old baby boy has his own cell phone. He’s still very much in the “why on earth do I even need this thing?” phase. (Boy thing?) This is exactly the opposite of his older sister, who wrote us lengthy novellas and left…

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