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Today is the Day

There was a moment around 14 months ago, as I was flying alone with my almost 2 year old (something I have done many times), when he miraculously began to play by himself! He took his little Yo Gabba Gabba people and made them talk to each other. Then I gave him some Thomas the Tank Engine cards and one by one he dropped them ...

Hello, Emotional Micha!

Oh, friends. Let's be honest here: Filling our last week in SF with final events + Watching my son say goodbye to his teachers and friends + Trying to pack our stuff + Planning two parties on Friday + My little boy turning 3 = Emotional Micha Here's what you should know: Emotional Micha has a lot of things to write but no ...

Why there is not a new post today:

Because my husband has been in Austin for three days and he just got home 20 minutes ago. (Its 10:19 pm, fyi.) Because my kid informed me and my friends tonight at dinner that he has a girlfriend. And her name is Choochie. And she likes to play "run into the couch and get ouchies" with him at school. Because I was going ...

Mama admits she’s kind of a crazy person.

We all have our crazy-makers. Mine is email, and phone calls, and thank you notes—basically any communication that I’m expected to follow through on. Sometimes I do alright with those things. I make lists. I set goals: Return four emails before bed! But sometimes I torture myself. My deepest weakness is a longing to ...

What is true.

This is what my husband brought to my bed yesterday morning. He knows that I would usually prefer an experience over a thing (though I’ll admit I like things) and my ultimate experience usually involves food. So, when it’s my birthday or Mother’s Day or some other type of needy Micha day, I get breakfast in bed and I ...

How not to raise more than one child at a time…

About ten times a day I remind myself that billions of women throughout the history of childbearing have had more than one child at a time. Most were like my great-grandmother Mama-Mac, raising seven kids at once. On a farm. In a tiny house on the high plains with no heating or air conditioning. Scrubbing clothes by hand in ...

How motherhood has changed me.

Micha, isn’t that what you’re whole blog is about? Okay. That’s fair. Perhaps this post should simply be titled, “How motherhood has changed how I watch movies.”  Or, “What’s just not worth it anymore.” Or, “How my husband and I had a big fight last Friday night after I made him turn off our Netflix rental ...