Month: September 2017

Dear Son #1, I'm feeling very relieved that you're taking today's extreme heat warning seriously. It shows that you are both mature and responsible and really don't need me anymore. Lots of fluids, check. Light clothing, check. Periods of rest, check. Appropriate head protection, check. My job as a mom is done here I think.… Continue reading Today’s heat warning.

Dear Son #2,   I think you must have some secret baby spidey sense that detects when I sit down with a hot meal. I mean, you're dead to the world until,  "BING! Mommy's sitting down for 5 seconds I must let out a blood curdling scream that she just can't ignore no matter how much… Continue reading As long as you’re happy.