Tag: parenting manual
Now time for a life-saving PSA
This is not an advertisement nor a sponsored post. No one asked me to write this or gave me anything for doing it. However, I thought it was important enough to share. Over the weekend, I was watching the news when I saw a story about a coach who saved the life of one his basketball more »
Snot you
I hate those bulb-style nasal aspirators. You know, the ones where you stick the little tip into the kid’s nose and suck out all the snot? Yeah, those. With a healthcare background, one would think this would be minor. It’s not (itsnot?), even though few bodily function things bother me. I’ve been known to recount some more »
Closet coker
Ah yes, it wouldn’t be the Wilson household if we didn’t kick off a new season with at least 2/3 of our house with some kind of illness. A couple of nights ago I slept in the guest bedroom so I could writhe around in my own sickness. (And it has nothing at all to do more »
Curiously loud parenting
While working remotely yesterday, I was reminded of something that perplexes me each time I see it: curiously loud parenting. You know, the people who love to reprimand their children at really high volumes in public so that we all realize what great parents they are (in their own minds). Yesterday, there was a mom more »
BlogHer $100 Parenting Question
I was honored when asked by BlogHer to provide a question for their $100 Question Series. This week, I’ve asked parents the following question: How do you handle disagreements with other parents? Head on over to BlogHer and answer the question. Each answer puts you in a drawing for $100. Cool, huh? PS-You only have more »
War paint accident
Accident: 1 a : an unforeseen and unplanned event or circumstance b : lack of intention or necessity : chance <met by accident rather than by design> 2 a : an unfortunate event resulting especially from carelessness or ignorance -Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary We have a Crayola Tadoodles Scribble and Sing Art Station. I’m not going more »
Car washing the kid
My mom didn’t want me to write this post. She actually begged demanded scolded asked me nicely not to write it. I laughed. And then I said, “I have to write it. My honesty on humiliating topics is why my people keep coming back to read me.” Heh. Heh. “My people.” Like I’m Gandhi, or more »
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