No More Yelling – Another Honest Attempt

It’s quiet. Rather peaceful, actually. It is about 11:15 a.m. and I am at my laptop writing this while my baby is asleep upstairs. TJ is at school. I feel accomplished and it is not even noon yet. I woke up at 5:30 today with Baby E acting as my alarm clock. She is slowly learningContinueContinue reading “No More Yelling – Another Honest Attempt”

A Reality that is Stranger than Fiction

Being a parent invariably makes me nostalgic about my own childhood in the most surreal way. I look at my older child, careless and carefree, frolicking through life without so much of a frown or a grimace on his cherubic face (if you take away the expressions he makes when he has tantrums or justContinueContinue reading “A Reality that is Stranger than Fiction”