Boys and girls are different in many ways.
"Picky eaters" aren't always created by indulgent parenting. Sometimes they really are born selective.
A determined 17 month-old can scale a 12-foot maple tree.
I do have love and time and room for two kids.
Climbing the stairs, turning around, sliding down on your belly, and doing it all again is, in fact, a splendid way to spend an hour.
A 17 month-old who can scale a 12-foot maple tree can also manage to reach a full carton of eggs on the far side of the back seat without ever unbuckling his car seat.
A five year-old who understands what a tampon dispenser is may not understand that we don't ask every stranger who comes in "Do you need to use a tampon today?"
Life can be this good.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
August 19, 2010
March 03, 2009
New Space
Hello! I'm glad you're here. We outgrew ourselves at New Mommy Sally, so we moved here. I hope to see you here often.
Make a great day!
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
Make a great day!
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
October 08, 2008
The Age of Reason
"Mama, how did God grow me in Meghan's tummy?"
When God was ready to make you he planted a teeny, tiny seed in Meghan's tummy, and you grew and grew and grew until you were ready to come out and be our daughter.
"Mama, how did God put the seed there?"
Well, God had help from Meghan and your birth father.
"Mama, how did God put the seed in Meghan's tummy? How?"
Hmm... God brought them together and they made the seed that would grow to be you.
"But Mama, how did the seed get in there? With a shovel?"
No, not with a shovel, Sweetheart. When grownups love each other very much God teaches them a special way. We can talk more about that when you're older.
"When I'm four, Mama?"
Maybe when you're four.
"Mama, does God eat cranberries?"
I don't know.
"It's OK, Mama. You have precious eyes."
Would you do me a favor and stay this age forever?
"No, Mama, I can't. Sorry, Charlie."
(yeah, me too.)
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
When God was ready to make you he planted a teeny, tiny seed in Meghan's tummy, and you grew and grew and grew until you were ready to come out and be our daughter.
"Mama, how did God put the seed there?"
Well, God had help from Meghan and your birth father.
"Mama, how did God put the seed in Meghan's tummy? How?"
Hmm... God brought them together and they made the seed that would grow to be you.
"But Mama, how did the seed get in there? With a shovel?"
No, not with a shovel, Sweetheart. When grownups love each other very much God teaches them a special way. We can talk more about that when you're older.
"When I'm four, Mama?"
Maybe when you're four.
"Mama, does God eat cranberries?"
I don't know.
"It's OK, Mama. You have precious eyes."
Would you do me a favor and stay this age forever?
"No, Mama, I can't. Sorry, Charlie."
(yeah, me too.)
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
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