Under my thumb to under a microscope – a lesson in parenting.

A lesson in parenting for me, that is.  I don't know when it happened, but there seems to be a shift in the dynamic in my house and I'm not real happy about the change.  The boys are growing up, yet there remains a real chasm gap between their sense of self and their sense … Continue reading Under my thumb to under a microscope – a lesson in parenting.

Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn

My youngest son, Quinn, was born when I was 38.  My pregnancy was considered "premium" and I had obstetrician appointments so frequently towards the end of my 40 weeks, that I joked I was going to pitch a tent in the waiting room to eliminate the driving back and forth.  Maybe the humor I was … Continue reading Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn