He Astounds Me While the World Scares Me

I was so excited about writing a happy-happy-joy-joy post this afternoon. Ursa Major, in his 2-year-old muchiness, has been absolutely astounding over the last few days and I’ve saved up a few precious moments just for today. Wednesdays are also drop-off playgroup day, so I had 2 hours without him to go about my business, so…

Husband, Why You No Be Bad Cop Sometimes?

  Photo: Ursa Major on the day we gave him his bike… I love my husband, but Lordy, this weekend… he was trying my patience. Our weekends are probably typical for parents with small children: We stay up too late on Friday night, the kids wake up early on Saturday morning so one of us…

It’s weeks like this…

  The boys didn’t nap today. As I type this, they are in the play area temporarily not paying attention to me. I know that this moment is incredibly fleeting. Eventually one will piss of the other, and I’l be refereeing again. Though I know that the two of them are tired, they chose to…

Ain’t I Worth Saving?

It’s International Women’s Day. I’m sitting here thinking about the state of things. Yesterday, the President signed the Violence Against Women’s Act, with much fanfare and flourish, and I watched it live with happiness. I am blessed to be a woman who has not been physically abused by a partner, but the statistics about domestic violence…

The Journey of Discipline and the Reflection Required for Each Step

  Photo Credit: Baby Half Off The last few days have been emotionally draining. As I wrote on Friday, but boys are beginning the necessary and infuriating negotiation of shared space and shared stuff. When I’m not wiping runny noses (I feel like these boys have been sick for 3 weeks running), I’m refereeing a…

Referee Mama is Refereeing… (…all day long…)

Photo Credit: Refs.net Nope. Didn’t win the lottery.   I’m going to call this the week of awareness. Suddenly, the boys have begun to negotiate the sharing of space and stuff. Ursa Major is under the impression that every toy in the apartment belongs to him. I’ve had to explain to him that all toys belong to Mama. “You…