by paige on April 23, 2010
Bedtime's not quite this peaceful...but it's close
F OR THE LAST few years, my family’s bedtime routine has been one of divide and conquer. The H would take bathtime, I’d deal with pajamas and teeth. One of us would read to the Rock, who generally demanded at least three books, one of which had to contain Clifford, while the River, for the longest time, was really engaged by Laura and the Little House, which I alone would read. But this spring, something had to give, and I feared reprisals. [click to continue…]
by paige on February 18, 2010
ON THE POSITIVE side: No one threw up. But what happens when you pack two not-so-copacetic siblings into the car for a four-hour ride? In our family: headphones, iPods, and a whole lot of discussion of just what makes boys so gross, anyway. [click to continue…]
by paige on February 24, 2009
I AM CONSTANTLY [choose one: bemused/ amused/ frustrated/ mystified] by the dynamics between my son, known around here as the River, and my daughter, aka the Rock. That mystery, or my sense that there must be one, only intensifies when I try to understand that most unique sibling relationship, that of twins (or, for that matter other multiples–say, how about those California octuplets?) [click to continue…]
by paige on January 22, 2009
LIKE MY FELLOW TSP blogger Anastasia, I’ve been pondering the Dooce pregnancy. (At least in the mommy-blog-osphere, it gets the definite article, just like the Obama Inauguration.) I remember the strange anticipation of my second child, the expected wondering about gender, personality and, in particular, how and what their relationships with each other would be. (Only child that I am, the thoughts ran to things like, “Am I ruining my first child’s life?”) [click to continue…]
by paige on January 21, 2009
FILE THIS ONE under “Awww, that’s sweet.” Twins Jenna and Barbara Bush, who I’ve never found particularly interesting or, to be frank, worthy of admiration, went a long way toward redemption in my eyes with their letter to the Obama sisters, published yesterday in The Wall Street Journal. Their gentle, playful tone is a good reminder that those poor girls had to endure adolescence in the public eye, never an easy experience (just ask Amy Carter, or Chelsea Clinton.) But they had each other, and, it seems, they had fun. Of course, a cynic might think that the twins were just trying to steal some thunder from the man of the hour. After all, the President’s heartwarming letter to his daughters was released Sunday. Either way you look at it, there’s a lot of love and good advice flowing towards the darling Obama girls. Let’s hope it continues.
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