“Wanna do it SELF! Wanna do it SELF! Wanna do it SELF!” She thrashes like an angry crocodile caught in a net. “Sienna, calm down!” I say, my frustration near boiling over. “You can’t change your diaper by yourself!” Poop leaks everywhere as she flails. I take a deep breath wishing to skip potty training (which we haven’t even started yet) and go right to whatever craziness comes next. We might be a couple of days away from the Fourth of July, but my daughter's in the throes of a sudden independence streak. She wants to do everything herself: open doors; use silverware (if I can … [Read more...]
‘Twas the first day of May, and my wife Elaine and my mother sat casually feeding our daughter Sienna eggplant rollatini in a pizzeria down the block from our apartment when out of nowhere the scariest creature on the planet zoomed by Sienna’s head.
No, I’m not talking about a rat or a killer bee or a king cobra. No great white shark decided to make a side trip from the ocean to have a slice of pizza. I’m not even talking about that insidious varmint known as Elmo. I’m referring to an ordinary housefly.
Yesterday I stopped by CVS and went through their seasonal clearance items, and came home with something I thought my 2-year-old daughter would be bananas over – a yellow plastic cylinder like the base of a flashlight with clear egg-shaped top made to look like a bee. When you press a button, the insides of the egg spin causing lights to flash and the whole thing to buzz and quiver. The toy cost 62 cents or approximately what it cost to make.
Sienna squealed with glee and I smiled because I’d made my daughter happy.
Our 4-year-old daughter recently found love at the Montessori snack table.
My wife and I found her crush on this young boy endearing and heartbreaking. Even for puppy love, our girl approached it with a great deal of thought, effort, and mostly all of her heart. Her innocent questions to us about why mommy and daddy got married (love and friendship) led her into a declaration of marital intent with this poor unsuspecting young boy.
The boy responded to her proposal by insisting that not only was he not … [Read more...]
People often mistake The Hunger Games books as a thoughtful, but light sci-fi series about a young girl’s battle against government oppression. It’s really about the game of parenting. An exhausting race against time. You often have few resources and little support. Competition is brutal and the games are never really over. Never. When my wife announced she was with Tribute for District 30-ish, I immediately stepped forward to volunteer as the other Tribute. I knew she’d need me to survive. We would enter the arena as a couple. That would play well with potential … [Read more...]