Tag: parenting

Milestones aren’t meant to be millstones

My oldest child turned nineteen this weekend. I think the child that makes a man or a woman a parent is the child who is more closely observed, documented and measured than any additional children. As a family expands, it just isn't possible to continue the almost obsessive attention that is paid to a first … Continue reading Milestones aren’t meant to be millstones →

Observations and the science fair

I'm a little ashamed for thinking, much less saying, this but ... I really kind of detest the science fair. It isn't because science isn't really my thing, or that I'm opposed to exploring a topic of interest, it's just that it turns into so much work without much reward. It's hard to be excited … Continue reading Observations and the science fair →

Birthdays and buildings – Vote Yes to AHS

On February 9th my youngest child turns 11. I seriously don’t know even know where the last decade went. We brought him home from the hospital one winter afternoon and here it is a lifetime later. In an ironic way, the baby who was supposed to be my baby has grown up faster than either … Continue reading Birthdays and buildings – Vote Yes to AHS →

Taking Samson for a haircut

The Lilly boys have all been blessed with good hair. Thick, shiny, and curly hair are represented in our household, all without the addition of products or fussing. Isn’t that always the way with boys? Through the years, the guys have gradually gone from bald to blonde to light brown to dark hair. Their hairstyles … Continue reading Taking Samson for a haircut →

What parents think when their kid doesn’t make it home by curfew

I can't believe (s)he's late! Midnight is more than reasonable a curfew! I'm so annoyed. Give an inch, they take a mile. I hope there wasn't an accident. Were there drugs at that party?!? You can't even text? Why can't you text? Are you injured? Did you forget your keys? Are you outside too hesitant … Continue reading What parents think when their kid doesn’t make it home by curfew →

Things I miss

The smell of my babies. There’s nothing like the fragrance of a newborn baby. Snow. This winter just feels a bit barren without it. Sleep uninterrupted by bathroom visits, drenched sheets and work related stress. Puppy breath. Evenings spent at home. Eating with abandon – an entire pint of Cherry Garcia, burgers actually on buns, … Continue reading Things I miss →