I’m not necessarily clicking my heels in the air because I take pleasure in cutting my dad out of my holiday celebrations indefinitely. But I am happy that my kids won’t have to experience any instability, unpleasant emotions, or toxicity coming from that side of the family tree—on a holiday, no less. More
Topic: family holiday
2013 proved to be a fantastic year. The kids are doing great. Nobody has thrown up in 24 hours which I see as a major victory. I spent yesterday pouring one out for my favorite tupperware as it was vomited in numerous times by our oldest daughter who had some kind of bug. It doesn’t feel right to use it for leftovers anymore. More
Sometimes I stop and think “there could be a child inside me right now if I hadn’t played my cards right,” and then I freak out because that would be a total shit show. Then I remember that there’s no baby in me, just massive amounts of coffee and the ice cream I had for breakfast. More
Traveling with two young children is never fun. There’s no way around that. But if you can brace yourself for the temporary (if not extended) pain of getting there, the benefits go far beyond the effort. Because when I hear my four year old tell me, months later, about the crazy thing that happened at Turkey Dinner, I know they are making memories. It’s sad to know they won’t be adding to those memories this year. More
I love Thanksgiving, but its exhausting. So here are the top eight reasons why we’re not doing it. Hint: BOOZE. More
I love learning new things! A woman named Anna Jarvis spearheaded Mother’s Day as a way to honor her own badass mother who cared for Civil War soldiers and taught Sunday school. She spent an inordinate amount of time and energy convincing Congress to recognize it as a national holiday, which they did in 1914. But then when it got commercialized, she was all like, oops, just kidding guys! Changed my mind! More
It’s bad enough I have to worry about my older kids ruining Santa Claus for my youngest by letting the jolly man out of the bag, these parents had to deal with some drunk guy trying to ruin the fun during an annual holiday parade. More
I think a lot of us try and work through our own personal childhood voodoo by creating the holidays we never had growing up for our own children. But I also think there comes a time when a lot of us realize that we will never have what we have seen in other families, whether it be our friends or whatever simpy holiday movie is playing on The Hallmark Channel. More
Once kids reach a certain age, stuffed animals are no longer cool. Unless, of course, they have a gross factor. Or a zombie-slash-superhero-slash-internal-organ factor. Or something – anything! – that relates back to “screen time” (Angry Birds, anyone?). We’ve rounded up the coolest plush toys we could find for every kid on your holiday gift list. Some are admittedly out there but, hey, I have two
test subjects young boys at home who’d go nuts for these. Teddy bears, after all, are sooo ’87. More
Thanksgiving has, for me, always been synonymous with family. For as long as I’ve been alive, I’ve known that my turkey-eating plans were set for the Saturday after the actual holiday when my immediate family would get together with all four of my mom’s sisters and their respective families. Hosting duties rotated but beyond the venue, it seemed like very little changed from year to year. That is, until recently.
My earliest memories of our gluttonous Thanksgiving dinner celebration involve running amok with my siblings and cousins, breathing in the glorious aroma of that big fat bird roasting in the oven, boisterous laughter and pies. Lots of pies; meat pie, apple pie, pumpkin pie, candy dish pie (I’m salivating). This is the stuff that joyful childhood memories are made of. More
I hear a lot of mothers gripe about summer vacation and what the heck they’re going to do with a full house all that time. For expat mothers like me who are also primary caregivers, summer is a time for heading back to the motherland, which can generate exponential anxiety.
The benefits of a home visit – quality time with family, reunion with friends – usually outweigh the disadvantages. But then there’s the time away from your spouse, if he or she is lucky enough to have a job in your adopted place of residence. And the close quarters: all of a sudden you’re not only play-dating other families, you’re often bunking with them, too. They’re seeing you at your (and your children’s) worst. And everyone’s making judgments about the other’s parenting style. More
Gatwick Airport in London recently surveyed 1,000 British parents and discovered that most them get totally stressed out while traveling with their kids. But it’s not the actual children that’s the problem but rather the reactions of fellow passengers. Let’s just say that people aren’t exactly shy about wanting to travel in peace (as in, no screaming kids nearby).