I’m just back from London, where my daughters were flower girls in my cousin’s wedding, so this will be a short and fairly jetlagged post …
(Quick aside on that traveling-with-kids tip, though: You know all those miles you’ve been saving and banking, waiting for that perfect occasion to fly somewhere free? Use them to upgrade your seats when flying long-haul with your kids. We managed to swing BA Club Class upgrades both ways thanks to YEARS of saving our miles, and it was HOLY MOLY WORTH IT for my sanity. End of lecture.)
Anyway, the point of this post is to remind everybody that the GIVEAWAY of Bruce Feiler’s genius book, The Secrets of Happy Families, ends tomorrow.
So get your entries in!
Because I have a billion kids, and I write about family, and I work in the family space, and basically I eat-drink-breathe-sleep (ha! If only I slept!) kids/partnership/family life …
I also tend to read A LOT about kids/partnership/family life, too.
And I have favorites.
I’m a fan of Harvey Karp.
I love The Sleepy Planet ladies.
Wendy Mogel is my personal hero.
Well, folks – I’m adding Bruce Feiler to that list.
Some of you may know him from his columns in the NY Times.
Some of you may know him as the Dad who founded The Council of Dads.
Well, now he’s gone and written The Secrets of Happy Families, a book about how to manage family life that is SO EFFING GREAT it almost makes me want to pack up this blog because he’s basically gone and said it all.
I mean seriously. He has taken family management to an easy, fun, cooperative level that is so unbelievably awesome that –
Let’s put it this way:
For the last two weeks my girls, now aged 4 and 6, have been making their own beds every morning before school without help and without complaint.
They have also been getting themselves dressed – to shoes and coats, no less! – and putting their laundry in the hamper and actually standing ready at the front door without us having to scream, shout, or resort to ridiculous threats to get them to move their little … arses.
(I am going to London tomorrow. I get to say arse.)
How on earth did all of this happen?
A few weeks ago I did myself a massive favor and read Feiler’s book.
Here’s the quick pitch: Continue reading “I Heart Bruce Feiler So Much I Am Giving Away 4 Copies of His New Book” »
I love New Year’s. Not New Year’s Eve – I could take it or leave it, really, especially since we’ve had kids and end up staying home throwing “New Year’s in Buenos Aires” parties, which means ringing in the New Year at 7 pm PST, to approximate Argentina time.
This year, especially, I could have left left left the whole thing. Sometime around 530 pm, Sausage’s cold turned horribly wheezy asthmatic and he coughed so hard he puked all over me. Around 630, Diddy and Gaga started messing with their food, chewing it to a pulp and then grossing out their dinner guests, both of whom also puked. Party finally broke up around 8 pm, at which point Sausage was SO sick I spent 40 minutes sitting in our steam shower with him, made a panicked call to our pediatrician, and nearly took him to the ER. Continue reading “New Year, New Goals” »
I live in a house full of people who don’t listen to me.
Either it’s the noise level (think four kids, high ceilings, no carpets or drapes, plus a husband who has to constantly take calls on speaker + run CNN at top volume + blast our system + turn up whatever loud loud loud video he is playing on his Mac to top volume, simultaneously) …
… or it’s the fact that two of the four kids are too young to understand much beyond “do you want Cheerios?”
… or it’s the fact that the OTHER two kids just … don’t … care.
Recently, I decided I’d had enough of this. I am tired of yelling incessantly up or down the stairs trying to get the kids to answer me. I am tired of running around asking “Did you hear me? Did you hear me? Did you HEAR ME ?!?” like some stressed out, way older, transgendered version of the Verizon guy. (And yes, I realize we wear similar glasses, he and I.) Continue reading “Yes, Mom! (Or: How I Talk So My Kids Listen*)” »
Daylight Savings starts Sunday, March 11.
This is the one where you set your clock AHEAD an hour — not the one where you get an extra hour of sleep (ha! like your kids are going to let you take that extra hour!). In case you have trouble keeping it straight, the handy little Daylight Saving’s thingy is: Continue reading “Daylight Savings Action Plans (Or Not)” »