I’m hoping this is going to be one of those “you’re not alone” posts and someone reads this and says “hey, that’s me!”. I think I would have liked to read about this when my baby was still a squish. It sprung to mind to write it this weekend when myself and a little boy hung out on the couch cuddling and watching too much Dora (Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping!), while a little fever overcame the smallest of us. Continue reading A little note on mothering a “high need” child
Our little boy was two and a half over Christmas.
If you’re child-free and reading this, I already see your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He’s two for God’s sake. And he’ll be three at his next birthday. Continue reading That annoying thing that parents say when you ask them their kids’ ages