My living room once looked like a toy store had sneezed on it. There were light-up gadgets that beeped, plastic kitchens with 47 accessories, electronic learning tablets, motorized cars, and at least three versions of that one doll that sings the same four songs until you fantasize about a house fire. My kids — Sarah, … Read more
My living room looked like a tornado had gone through it — again. Leo, my youngest, had dismantled every couch cushion, stacked them into a precarious fort, and launched himself off the armrest with the confidence of a tiny Olympic diver. He was three. I hadn’t slept properly in six months. And every well-meaning person … Read more
I remember the afternoon I sat on my kitchen floor, surrounded by a mountain of laundry and three very bored, very energetic toddlers. Sarah was trying to climb the pantry shelves, Maya was using a wooden spoon to drum on the dishwasher, and little Leo was moments away from seeing if the cat’s tail was … Read more