I heard my mother make comments all the time with my younger two kids like, “Oh my…this is like you all over again!” and “I’ve met this kid before somewhere…” and “I swear it’s like going backward 30 years!” All those times, I was generally amused, but didn’t really “get it”. Now, I...

Father’s Day is always a day of mixed emotions in my house. My oldest has a relationship with his father, and is now a father, himself. My middle child has no relationship at all with his father, and gets quite pissed off if you refer to him as that. He’ll tell you in a heartbeat, “I have no father…I have a sperm donor.” And my youngest...

Over the summer, Second Son came to the decision that he was ready to get serious about school and graduate. This was music to my ears, of course, because the first two years of high school for him appeared to me to be all about everything BUT getting an education and graduating. He’s had an interesting time of it this year because he’s fighting to catch...

I've always known my kids are smart. Most of the time, their smarts serve them well. But, on the odd occasion, their smarts get them into deep, deep doo-doo. PDD is eyeball-deep in doo-doo right about now, thanks to her smarts. Let me rewind.

One of Second Son’s classes this semester is Parent and Child Development, and one of the major components of his grade in that class is 48 hours as the daddy of a newborn baby. While this baby looks like an ordinary babydoll – don’t be fooled. The only thing this baby doesn’t do is move on it’s own. It’s programmed to cry, fuss,...

Ok, I feel I must warn you this post is probably going to be one of the more truly "unedited" posts of the year here. But, I believe everything happens as it does for a reason, so in keeping with the email Baby Sis sent which I share with you on the last post, I will attempt to be kinder than necessary...even if I don't want to. I will try.