It is perfectly normal to feel hungry around 5 pm, right?
5 pm to me does not imply more snacks are imminent. Snacks are supposed to tie you over to dinner, rather than fill you up. A snack is available for my kids after school. They should, theoretically, be able to hold off on eating after snack time and before dinner. Continue Reading
Tweens eagerly embrace independence, right? I know both my kids do, but particularly my older one. He’s 12, had a part-time job this past hockey season, finally owns his own phone, and has been taking public transit to and from school for months now.
He’s also taking me on a pretty fast and furious roller coaster. Not literally, of course…but there you have it. The teenage years are on the threshold…
It’s probably not a secret that some tween kids aren’t crazy about school. Maybe some are (my 9yo), but there are probably a fair amount that would prefer to wile away their days anywhere but IN school. Like this 12yo boy of mine…if there’s a chance to miss school he’ll gladly take it!
On the weekend I told him about an appointment I made for him at 2 pm on Monday afternoon.
Last Saturday, for the first time in seven years of minor hockey, we all overslept past a practice.
Well, theoretically, the boy still made it to practice, but the point is, the usual Saturday morning routine was completely disrupted. Instead of a full-fledged high-protein breakfast I threw a half toast and microwaved-poached egg sandwich at both the boy and his dad, along with a nut bar in a package, and some OJ and said…’buy something at the snack bar between practices’ because of course that Saturday the coach had two back-to-back ice rentals booked.
We rarely have two practices in one day. And now, we missed part of the first practice.
The question was, why did we sleep in? Continue Reading
Yesterday I had to pick up my 9 year old at her school. She had an activity for 25 minutes past her bus departure and so I drove over with my mom to wait for her outside the schoolyard.
On the way home we got stuck behind a streetcar. About halfway between my daughter’s school and our street, at a big intersection, I see a group of boys getting on the tram.
One kid waves to us like a maniac as he approaches the back doors.
I look closer. Continue Reading
No one needs a reminder that life is not fair. I know this, you know this, even the kids know this, at least on some level.
But my kids seem to be under the impression that unfairness happens to them more than others. And, as these things go, it often starts at home with the household chores. Continue Reading
(I asked my son for permission to write about this topic and he said it was ok.)
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As a new mom, when the first baby arrives, we anticipate and log and share and take pictures of every tiny little milestone they accomplish, and it’s the most exciting thing ever. Right? Then a second, third or more baby is born and you’re too tired to care whether she took a step earlier or later than her brother. You still notice the milestones, of course, they just don’t get quite the same attention anymore.
My oldest is 11 and I once again feel like the parent I was when he was an infant/toddler/preschooler. There are so many things going on with him, it’s almost impossible not to notice how much he’s grown and learned over the last couple of years.
And now, we are standing on the threshold of a new type of independence. My baby has grown up and he’s about to leave me. On a streetcar, and only until the end of the school day, but still. It feels like a big step, and me being me, I wanted to prepare him adequately for this new method of independent travel. Continue Reading