I lost it with my kid yesterday. My mom-meltdown happened just minutes before I herded both of the girls outside for our annual first-day-of-school ritual. It went a little something like…this: “Ok, you stand here, no, not there, over there, OK, good, now you get next to your sister. Closer… closer. Wait. Stop. Not that close. Get your hands off her! You, calm down. She only poked you once and it wasn’t that hard. OK, now you hold this sign, and you hold this one.… >> Read More
Before my son was born, I had always imagined sending out holiday/New Year photograph greeting cards—the analog version of Facebook, perhaps. When he came along, we managed to throw together his…first year’s card with a couple of happy-seeming impromptu pictures in warm clothing on a cold day. Despite not really capturing his 5-month old toothless grin, and with much agony over whether drool was visible in print, I created a nice card that went out to the ends of the earth. But this past winter,… >> Read More
I will freely admit that I’m kind of obsessed with Instagram. I enjoy using Facebook and the connection it gives me to the lives of my friends and family who live far away, but Instagram is my…favorite social media platform. I love seeing pictures of people’s babies and even what they ate for lunch. In fact, I rarely find people’s photos annoying, even if they often seem too good to be true (we all fib a little bit, right?). I also love posting pictures of my own kids and, unlike Facebook… >> Read More
I’ve told some lies on Instagram. Not because I wanted to be dishonest or dupe anyone, but because I thought it would make me happier—a “fake it ‘til you make it” kinda thing.
On…Valentine’s Day one year, my wife and I were bickering about something stupid; yet, I posted a selfie of us captioned, “love is in the air.” Yes, we love each other, so technically love was in the air, but in that moment, I wasn’t feeling it. Yet later that night, when I checked the ‘likes’… >> Read More
This summer, for the first time, our son is spending two weeks at summer camp. It’s something he begged for last year and that he seems to be thoroughly enjoying, based on the photos that show his…face close to breaking from the width of his smile. I’m still working for a few more weeks; my husband is working too, so our daughter is in day camp. Her days are much like they were during the school year, minus the big yellow bus. She rises early, get dressed, hair and teeth brushed,… >> Read More