Dear Mom in the Supermarket, I saw you last week, with a big pregnant belly, pushing your shopping cart and smiling. You must be exhausted! And your little boy sitting on top of the wagon, he was so cute. He couldn’t have been more than 18-months old, right? Remember when you were feeling the avocados and he picked one up and just threw it on the floor? That little old lady passing by giggled and called him a real firecracker. Then you both laughed a bit. It was a sweet moment. Here’s...

Last week a friend called me from her tropical vacation. “I’m on the beach right now,” she said over the sound of waves, adding “I even slept until 9:00 today.” “Wow, I’m jealous,” I said. “I think I had mom guilt 20 times by 9 a.m.!” We both laughed, but I wasn’t kidding. I seriously had mom guilt at least 20 times by 9 a.m. It’s easy to feel bad about how you do things when you’re responsible for someone else’s life and well-being. So how did I get...

After endless Facebook photos of packed trunks and tearful goodbyes, everyone’s kids have finally gone off to summer camp. And I admit that sometimes, when I think about all the fun they’ll be having, I get a little jealous. I mean, is there anything better than summer camp? Those carefree days and nights completely devoted to playing and having good times with...

My kids recently gifted me a magnifying mirror, and they were pretty pumped. “Mommy you can plug it in and see how you look in office light and evening light,” they shouted.  I assume by office they mean supermarket and by evening light they mean by the glow of Netflix. Either way, that mirror is bad news. I mean, on the one hand, WTF? But on the other hand I get why they bought it.  The hottie on the box looks pretty stoked using it to put makeup on. But that’s not how...

I read in yesterday’s paper that there’s a “Real Housewives of New York” bus tour you can take through Manhattan to check out all the hotspots from the show. Places like the restaurant where Luann made fun of Alex McCord’s shoes and the library where Jill Zarin walked out on a fashion show. RIVETING STUFF. And it’s only $49 per person. And while I think that’s totally awesome, there are a few things I’d personally rather do when visiting NY City. Here’s...

On a recent Saturday morning, I was alone with my five-year-old son. With his siblings at activities, I told him I was all his for the next few hours. “What should we do, buddy?” I asked, suggesting several options that were swiftly rejected. Just when I thought we’d spend the day just deciding and doing nothing, his eyes brightened. “Can we go to the toy store?” he asked.  It had been a while since I’d taken him toy shopping, and all kids love a new toy, so I thought...

I often try to understand my children better by thinking back to my childhood. When the things they do and say baffle me, I try to remember how I thought about life when I was their age.  And though parenting is full of uncertainties and tough decisions, as a kid I was pretty sure that I had it all figured out. There was no indecision back then. I knew exactly what I wanted for my future, and I often put it all down on paper. You see, back in the 80s there was this game called...

I recently ran into an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in ages. She was walking with her six-year-old daughter, whom I’d never met. So after an excited hello and a big hug, I turned to the little girl to say hi. “You must be Lily,” I said.  “Look at how pretty you are!” Now back up a second… remember that commercial from the ‘80s where the dumb guy at a fancy restaurant calls the Polaner All Fruit “jelly” and the waiter drops his tray and the old lady faints,...

Most parents know how important it is for kids to play. We know that playing is vital to a child’s social and emotional development. And I love watching my little one’s play. But there are a few games they love to play that I prefer to avoid. And when I say prefer to avoid, I mean I’d rather take them to Target on Black Friday.  Here are six childhood games I can’t stand: The opposite game: If your child has a sibling and both are old enough to speak, you know this game....

I recently attended a baby shower for an old friend, whose young wife is pregnant with their first child. Seated at a table with her college pals, all just starting their journeys into marriage and families, the young woman sitting beside me was astonished to hear I had four children. “I can’t imagine being a mother right now,” she joked to her friends, before turning to me. “What’s it even like?” she asked.  “What’s it like to be a mother?” “It’s great,”...

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