It’s a… Middle Finger!?

My husband and the boys had me brainwashed into thinking it was going to be a boy.  All the conversations we had about the new baby used the pronoun “he.”  My husband kept insisting that he “only makes boys” (he was kidding, kind of) and with two boys in the family already the concept of another boy seemed…

Parenting With Eggs and Snow Forts.

I don’t claim any kind of special parenting proficiency but every once in a while I make a point that sticks. Hey, even a blind squirl occasionally finds a nut. “Sorry” is a concept that we all try to teach our kids from a very early age.   Some of the first words we insist…

A Chickie story

When I was young, my dad used to tuck me in at night and tell me a “Chickie Story.”  He would make these stories up on the spot with me as “Chickie.” Most of the time these stories consisted of him rehashing what I had done that day- only in chicken land.  A while ago I…