Introducing the Toddler-to-English Dictionary

"Guk! Boa guk!" my toddler shouts, commanding me from his throne (high chair).   A few seconds later, his tone softens as he smiles. "Seeyo? Seeyo?" he sweetly suggests, eyes open and innocent. (He really knows how to play mama good)   Most people would have no freakin' clue what he's trying to say. But I'm not most people. I'm his mom. ...

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Aylan

Every once in awhile, when life starts to feel a little too melodramatic, the universe chucks a giant meteor into my atmosphere. It comes at me with such velocity that it shakes me to the core and forces me to look beyond my insulated, egocentric bubble.   Last week, the meteor was a photo---a single snapshot of a little boy. A ...

The Grass Is Always Browner

  As a first time parent, it's so hard to know what's "normal" (hint: it doesn't exist) and what's not. And yet, we're obsessed with figuring out where our baby lies on this imaginary yardstick---whether we're talking about poop (smell, color, consistency, you name it), night wakings, developmental milestones, or bizarre baby behavior (e.g., repeatedly hitting oneself in ...

Top Three Ways To Piss Off My Toddler

My son turned one earlier this month, and he's wasted no time transitioning to everyone's favorite toddler milestone: temper tantrums. I've quickly learned that there are three distinct (and daily) activities that are sure to set him off:   1. Pry his fingers away from his penis during diaper changes. Well, it's officially begun---my son's lifelong fascination with ... his own ...

Just Keep Swinging

Thank you, my son, for reminding me that happiness can neither be chased nor attained---it can only be savored in small succulent bites that life feeds us every day. May you never stop swinging, my beautiful son. Because you're totally right---swinging is pretty damn amazing.    

Bye Bye, Baby

Right now, at this very moment, I'm losing my beautiful baby boy.   He's fading away---both slowly and suddenly.   Each day, when I walk into his room to greet his giggles and grin, he seems a little taller. A little leaner. And his hair---oh, that hair---once fine and silky like blades of buffalo grass, has now flourished into a ...

Mother is a Verb

If I've learned anything about motherhood so far, it's this:   Motherhood is like a clay sculpture.   The big moments and milestones may define its basic shape, but the real artistry emerges from the trenches---and the minutia---of daily living. The true beauty of motherhood is meticulously molded from hundreds of little moments---those humbling (and often hilarious) acts of day-to-day mothering. After all, ...