Boys Will Be Boys

The wadded up piece of paper shot across the music area right in front of me while we were kneeling for the Eucharistic Prayer. A minute later, Alex started snorting. I looked at him with a scowl developing, and he whispered, “Was that Michael’s nametag?” And I realized: yes. Why, yes, it was. My kid…

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Photo Friday Funnies

If you’re on Facebook, you already saw these, but it’s worth preserving in our family history this way, too. Two nights in a row, this week, we went upstairs to go to bed, checked on the kids, and discovered this: By morning, it looked more like this: Happy Friday!

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When you go visit the farm with boys…

When you go visit the farm with boys, you just never know what you might find waiting in the driver’s seat when it’s time to go home.

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The Thing About Boys…

The thing about boys is that they’re confusing. Like my laundry pile. It makes no sense. On Friday of one week I fold six loads of laundry (I got behind. So sue me), and nine days later, on a Sunday afternoon, I do the next three. And if the laundry pile is to be believed,…

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On Sneaking Candy, channeling the flash, and Sucker Punches: Michael Mayhem at Four

There comes an inevitable day in every parent’s life when you have to recognize that you can’t treat your baby like a baby anymore. It’s an organic process as long as you keep having more kids, because real babyhood keeps presenting itself. But although I’ve been aware of, and even partially on top of, this…

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Boys Have Drama, Too

Let no one, me especially, claim that boys come without the drama attached to raising girls. Every child loves his first grade teacher. It’s an unspoken rule, right? You must be hopelessly, gaga-eyed in love with your first grade teacher. So when your first grade teacher gives you a bag full of gummy worms on…

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The Awesome And Terrible Responsibility of Raising Boys

At present, the web is a hornet’s nest of outrage over the light sentence given to the swimmer convicted of rape—and his father’s response—and his victim’s lengthy, no-punches-pulled response to her attacker. And all of this makes me think about myself as a parent, and what this means about my particular responsibility as a parent…

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Raising Boys: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

I am the second of four girls who grew up in a house with one bathroom and one TV. When I was pregnant for the first time, people kept asking if I thought it was a boy or a girl. I kept saying “girl,” but about three weeks before Alex was born, I realized I…

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