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Everyone said that the toddler years would be tough. That the “terrible twos” (I hate that phrase) would absolutely drive me up a wall. But I said, “Not my sweet sugarplum!”
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Enjoying nature is not natural to me—playing with kids about as easy as pulling a wagon full of bricks. But I promise myself to try to do a little better by my girls—to pull myself out of myself.
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When does the labeling stop? I ask myself that question all the time. What mold should I fit in because I have five kids?
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Often, in the not-so-private corners of my house, I sing out loud with all my might, without a care in the world about who’s listening.
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I jokingly named my tumor Punxsutawney Phil. I told everyone that if the tumor saw its shadow during removal, I’d have six more weeks of recovery ahead. It made the surgery seem less daunting.
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Despite the acting out, the child has begun the cognitive process of differentiating between right and wrong behaviors. I can work with that.
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When we toasted, I made sure they understood—really understood—what our fancy dinner date was all about.