Not everyone will be nice to them, you know. Not everyone will treat kids kindly. Toughen them up! No thank you. Today my five year old daughter came to me and said matter-of-factly “I do not think he is a…

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Wren points at a water bottle.   Usually she wants to drink.  I pick it up and open it. She looks inside. Bobs in excitement.  Then points to one of the other water bottles. She babbles with word-like things.  Being…

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Yesterday it was pouring.  Today the sun is shining.  I’m snuggled under a mountain of blankets while a toddler in a red knit sweater climbs all over me and kneads my mama-belly with her scritchy scratchy hands that are ungentle…

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I’m barefoot and braless in the kitchen. Hair a mess, teeth unbrushed, my glasses smudged with egg. A thirteen month old is balanced on my hip while I dip pieces of bread into eggs and drop them on a sizzling…

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This is a guest post by Mr. Nurshable. Dear Nurshable readers, As you know, these elections have had a tremendous impact on us all. The lead up has been exhausting and the result has been shocking for everyone. Mrs. Nurshable…

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​I have grown weary of some of the sensationalism surrounding cosleeping. It is nothing like allowing a child to ride in a car without a carseat. And even less like letting a baby sleep with a knife.  “You have a…

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We are packing for a road trip. Alexander has taken it upon himself to pack some car snacks. He comes up to me after putting snacks in everyone’s bag. “Mommy, there are two extras.” I am counting out diapers into…

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I am talking to my 5.5mo baby as she is playing with a toy. And I begin naming the things that are on it. And I name the lady beetle. Intentionally not using the term “bug”. Because lady beetles are…

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Isaac is watching me as I clean. I have just put the bedtime snack on the table. And rounded up my giggling children.  “Mommy, come eat with us!” He says. I am swishing water on plates with one hand while…

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Wren is on the swings.  I am pushing gently.   A little girl comes over and wants to push her too.  “Gently” I say. And she pushes her gently, slowly building up momentum until it approaches being too fast.  I…

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