As you all know I'm raising a 14 year old, a 2 year old, and two 1 year olds. This poses wayyy too many complications since they are all boys.
I found the youngest pair copying their oldest brother and this is one of those stories I need to tell, just so you know what I have to go through.
Ren, the big brother (the Ani-ki), is starting Kendo because he says he has nothing to do and since Al does Kendo she can teach him or give him some pointers. This in itself is cool because Al is pretty good at Kendo herself. I've gotten my butt whooped a couple times by her and she loves rubbing it in. Meh, she still can't beat me in fencing so it's all good. Anyhow, back to Kendo.
For those of you that don't know, Kendo is kind of like Japanese sword fighting based on values from feudal Japan. More Here...
I feel like I am suffocating under your overwhelming sense of self righteousness.
Please keep in mind that I am caring for your children. I wash behind their ears, kiss their little toes, and have night time rock sessions in our jammies.
Money goes quickly when you have little mouths to feed. I try to do the best I can and save by using cloth diapers, making my own baby food, and cutting out all the unnecessary things in life. But the $200 you gave me two months ago didn't go very far.
When you told me you were at Best Buy installing a new stereo in your truck, I was instantly brought to tears. Not because you weren't giving me money. Because I can finally see how you have prioritized your children. I tried to make excuses for you for so long! Saying that you needed to spend a little on yourself every once in a while because you work so hard.
We’ve all been there. Standing in formation at the park or outside the gates to pick up our children and a mom with a new baby appears. General, sometimes feigned interest ensues with the usual questions: how old, how big, how long, etc. And she will inevitably have a story. That’s great. We all have our story, but something happens with women in groups when they talk about the birth of their children. As we all listen to the summed up birthing experience that everyone begins to share, an unspoken tension arises, a flurry begins of fragmented sentences; C-Sections, tearing, epidural, weight, postpartum, shingles, migraines, bed-ridden, giant baby and then the one-upper…the one woman, who has clearly had it the worst. She was not only bed-ridden for most of her pregnancy, riddled with debilitating migraines while caring for her three older children while her husband was over seas fighting for our country, but the baby was stuck after 17 hours of labor when an emergency C-Section was done to remove her 11 pound super baby and ALL of this was done NATURALLY.
Trumped. We are all quieted after a polite, resounding, “wow”. More Here...
I think many adults have forgotten the children's stories they heard years ago.
This Cracked Article complains that new movies are remaking classics, such as Hansel and Gretyl, in a "new gritty" format. I strongly suspect this guy either never heard the story of Hansel and Gretyl or has forgotten everything about it except that it's a "children's story."
To recap: Hansel and Gretyl were siblings in a very poor family, when one day the stepmother says, "Husband, let's lead your children out to the woods and abandon them there to starve or, more likely, to be eaten by the same wolf that ate Red Riding Hood's G-ma." And he says, "Ok." More Here...
Despite my dream to be the kind of mom who prevents her daughter from seeing a television screen until she is in the first grade, I do let my daughter grab some tube-time every day, if only for me to fold my laundry, and catch up on my schoolwork. She has a couple favorite shows, and favorite characters, which don't always line up with my preferences.
Bubble Guppies: This show started the year my daughter was born (2011), and I could not be more grateful for it. Seriously. The first time Sydney ever watched it was when she was at the children's hospital receiving an EKG (a procedure where they attached a bunch of electrodes to her head with tape to scan her brain activity for seizures). Let me tell you how fun it is to force a seven-month-old to lay down and have her head taped up with wires popping out everywhere: not very. More Here...
It was 1968. I was excitedly looking forward to the life ahead of me. I had just graduated high school and was starting my first job at a local bank. I had high hopes for the future and couldn't wait to start my life as an adult.
I didn't worry about missing that first period; I was usually regular but I just put it down to all the changes I was going through. Then I missed another period and I knew my life had now taken a very unexpected turn. I was pregnant. I was only 17 and I was scared, lonely and depressed. I had nobody to talk to, no one I could I could trust or turn to for help. The baby's father was history, my parents would be devastated and my plans for the future were at an end.
So, I hid the pregnancy from everyone. I started eating massive amounts of food so my parents would not question my weight gain. I bought loose clothes and a rubber girdle to hold my stomach in. I held my secret close and went through the first eight months alone, with no one to share the wonder I felt when the baby kicked for the first time or to listen to my fears of what would happen to my child and me.
Finally, the day came when I could no longer keep my pregnancy secret, I knew that the baby was going to be born in less than a month and I had to tell my parents. They took the news hard but for the first time, they actually spoke to me like an adult. The question was what do to next?
My father, an abusive recovering alcoholic, wanted me to keep the baby and raise it at home. My mother, who worried about the embarrassment of having an unwed daughter and child living in her home, wanted me to give the baby up for adoption. More Here...
With severe morning sickness she had "such a weird feeling," and it turns out they have twins on both sides of the family. But still, the news you're pregnant with twins is a bit shocking and "changes things so much."
Watch as they share their joyous news with the world... and if you're like us, get excited and even happy-cry a little!
There are many stories out there about parents and how they handled the news that their child was gay. This is my story.
Twelve years ago, I met my significant other, Danny, and fell in love. Now, I was fifty years old at the time with my years of child-raising finally behind me, or so I thought. Danny was raising his two children, from a previous marriage, so if I was to get involved with him, I also had to involve myself with the raising of his children. Believe me, taking on the responsibility of a 13 year old daughter and a 14 year old son was daunting, but I was determined to make us a family unit.
It wasn't easy. Both kids had issues stemming from their mother abandoning them; jealousy issues from me being in Danny's life; and the normal angst of being teenagers. They tested me constantly and tried my patience, especially during the first couple of years Danny and I were together. But, I fell in love with them just as much as if they were my own.
When our son was 17, I first started finding small signs that he was struggling with the fact that he was gay. More Here...