Preschoolers

I have a confession: I don’t really like to play with my daughter, Karys. Just saying that makes me feel like a bad mom. Playing is supposed to be one of the things I enjoy, right? Don’t get me...

When I was a kid, I spent many Sundays at my uncle's house listening to people yell excitedly at the television as football teams battled it out. I often sat there snacking with a book, and side-eyed them—like a...

I never realized how much of a clean freak I was until I had my daughter. To clarify, I’m not talking about my house (let’s not go there). No, I’m talking about the body cleanliness of my daughter. The...

Some days, I can't help but wonder if my lovable, baby-fat-losing three-year-old is out to get me. How about you? They say that the twos are terrible, but once these cuties turn three they've leveled up. While they love...

For many of us, hearing the phrase “kids wearing makeup” immediately conjures up images of Honey Boo Boo and Toddlers in Tiaras—little girls forced to grow up too fast. As soon as I found out I was having a...

Have I mentioned I love my kids?  Love ‘em. More than my next breath.  But I hate grocery shopping with them. Bless their little hearts, I hate it.  In the summer when they are all home, I’d rather go...

It’s that time of year--the season when parents all over the Portland area are eagerly visiting preschools, adding their names to waiting lists and hoping beyond hope that their child gets into the best nursery school this coming fall....

Before she was born, I had big plans to shield my baby girl from the pressures and dangers of this world.  Of course, by “pressures and dangers” I mean Cinderella, Jasmine, Ariel and Snow White.  I appreciate the feminine...