life with boys
In the blink of an eye
Our oldest son, the out of the box, move to the beat of his own drummer, complex as all hell son…our son is 18 today. He is a much different man than the infant/toddler/preschooler/kiddo of previous years suggested he’d be.
2e Tuesday: What your twice-exceptional teen should probably know before leaving home
Or before you get sick of them and throw them outside to fend for themselves because you hit your limit and you just want to live your own life now thankyouverymuch. But you won’t do that because the neighbors tend …
Fifteen
So my baby is 15 today. The boy who made me a mom, who dragged me into the life of giftedness and advocacy and writing, the boy who made Calvin a real life child in my life…is 15. And, of …
Living with teenage tech support
If you can handle the adolescent smugness and middle-aged feelings of inadequacy, I highly recommend having teenaged live-in tech support. Andy fixed my website. It’s all downhill from here, folks. I already don’t know which remotes and buttons and in which …
Living with a teenage troll, the sequel
Give me strength. I mean, for chrissakes, it was my birthday. And, on the 42nd anniversary of my entrance onto this planet, I spent a huge amount of time in the car, driving Andy to and from a birthday party a million …
Making time to find time
Thank you to everyone who emailed or commented or left me a message on the Facebook page about my continuing search for why am I so damned tired all of the time? answers. Eventually I’ll find some and can move forward, hopefully with …
Permission to hack
A few months ago we rearranged a storage closet downstairs, packed up what was stashed there, and created a Maker Space for Andy. A place where he can keep computers and monitors and arduinos and breadboards and wires and switches and …
And suddenly…13
“OH MY GOD THERE’S A TEENAGER IN THE HOUSE!” Is how I was awakened on my birthday in 1986. Hang on, there’s something I have to go do at the top of my lungs. BRB… A is 13 today, a …
Don’t make your monkey fling poo…and other things I never thought I’d say to get my kid out of bed
When A was an infant, he wasn’t the greatest sleeper. No, wait, let me rephrase that. He avoided the sweet blessed release of slumber like I avoid inclement weather…with a lot of screaming and making others miserable if it’s forced …