Some of my fondest childhood memories are of winters in Boston, sledding in the Boston Common, skiing along the Charles River, and ice skating on the duck pond in the Public Garden.
I always wanted to hear the word, “Mommy” and know it was directed at me. When I was a child, it was just me and my mother, “Mommie” as I call her, or as she sometimes signed her notes, “Mom E.
For a little post-Halloween creepy, crawly fun, we decided to explore the Spider Pavilion at the Natural History Museum near USC. It was a surprise. We expected box after box of big hairy arachnids.
It’s All Hallows Eve — do you know what your kids are eating? This Halloween, don’t let your little ones get tricked by the smiling jack-o-lantern bucket, which typically hides about 250 pieces of candy, amounting to a frightening 9,000 calories.
Right after I had my son, I went to my good friend’s wedding. This wedding had been stressing me out for some time. I had gained 52 pounds (yes 52 on my 5-foot,4-inch frame) and in the two to three months since, I had lost just less than 30 of it.
Just before midnight, my son cried out. At first I thought he would settle. Bad dream I reasoned as I rolled over in bed taking in the time. Other than a stuffed nose for a week or so, he was fine before bed.
When we hear about a new medical breakthrough in the treatment of a congenital deformity, we often assume it involves a highly technical surgical innovation.
So I am sitting outside my son’s new preschool waiting for him. I have been waiting for my son for years, sitting in waiting rooms as he finishes therapy.
I didn’t set out for this column to be about serious things. I wanted to write about fun toys, cute silly days and adorable things my son says. But this column is about what is going on in our lives as a family.
Each year, the U.S. News and World Report guide to U.S. schools gives a few days of glamour to academia. PR departments of colleges note with pride that their college is “moving up” in the rankings.
I spent the day with my son. Now, granted I spend almost every day with my son. But some days are different. Some days, you take a step back and remind yourself to remember this.
My son just turned 3. For most, this simply means a party and presents. And for Benjamin, he had all that and then some. But turning 3 for him, for us, is bigger than just the train table his grandma sent him, bigger than the party at Travel Town.
