I’m really bad at predictions. Take today, for example: I thought I would probably get outside, eat at a mealtime, and wear pants. I guess one can’t assume anything where parenthood is concerned. Photo Credit: Markus Spiske
Raising boys is a lot like being a police officer. I can’t tell you how many times I say, “Keep your hands where I can see ’em!”
I am a mother of four boys. And I have a husband. I really like boys. They’re honest, scientific, obvious, succinct, and often more fun. Still; I hadn’t realized, when the pregnancies kept turning out to be male, how much the smell of urine would come to dominate my bathrooms.
“What?!” Dr. Baerkaler cleared his throat professionally. “I said,” he repeated slowly, “That is a common side effect when you’ve lost some parts of your brain.” I felt dizzy, and tired. I felt like I’d just given birth, for Pete’s sake. The doctor wasn’t making much sense. I’d lost some parts of my brain? I … More Cognitive Creation
I live in Utah, the land of a ton of children. Public parks are a great place to witness this. Actually, anywhere that advertises “free” and “children” (though, not “free children”) is guaranteed to be crawling. What can I say? Having children is expensive and drains any creative energy one may have exhibited during babysitting … More Parks and Procreation