The other night, I was combing my daughter’s hair.
No, that doesn’t paint the picture. The other night, while my daughter rolled around on the floor screaming, I tried as best I could to detangle her wet, matted locks without ripping them straight out of her scalp.
“Stop!” she screamed. “I don’t like the comb! Stop combing my hair!”
“But I have to get the knots out or they’ll just get worse.”
“Stop! I don’t like it!” Continue reading “Short Hair, Don’t Care: A Toddler’s Story”
A few weeks ago, we packed our car to the brim with camping gear and headed for the mountains. We had no campsite reservation: we were being adventurous.
(Also, we’re poor planners, but that just makes life more interesting.)
We knew the chance of finding an official campsite was slim, but we also knew that the forest service allowed dispersed camping in this part of the woods, and we’d seen many a tent pitched along the river or by the side of the road. We had to drive quite a way, but eventually we found the perfect spot: a bare patch for the tent, some shade to sit in, and only a literal stone’s throw from the river.
(Yes, we took our kids to a campsite right on the water. Where they could have wandered out, slipped on a rock, smashed their heads open and washed away. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.) Continue reading “Ten Tips for Camping with Kids”
My boy has started playing soccer. That makes me, officially, a soccer mom.
I feel like I should start driving my husband’s Subaru and invest in some khaki pants. I need to start doing crunches and buy a lawn chair with extra large cup holders and a place to attach an umbrella. Continue reading “Soccer Mom”
Every year for the Fourth of July, we travel to Montana to visit my in-laws.
It’s a grueling trip. Fourteen hours in total, which we split into two days: eight hours the first day and six hours the next. If we were young and childless, I doubt we’d find this challenging. We’d drive, find the hotel, eat dinner somewhere nice–perhaps somewhere adventurous!–snuggle up in front of the TV, and so on. In fact, I know we would, because that’s how we did it when we were first married. Continue reading “Road Trip! (Or, How I Survived 14 Hours in the Car with My Kids)”