Yes! We would name you Tessa, I thought, and I would call you Tess. But life is funny and you are not a Tess.
How will my children learn to separate fact from fiction in a crowdsurfing, technology-saturated culture of knee-jerk texts and tweets?
All Out of Love?
Her nutty lasts until I turn off the water and step on to the bathmat, at which point she stares at my crotch (about eye level for her now) and asks, "What you have mom? A bagina?"
End of Daddy Daycare
My husband has been back to work for one month now and it has taken me that long to appreciate/miss what he brought to the table as a stay-at-home dad. I must confess—it’s more than I thought.
When Breast Isn’t Best
I am pretty much instantly pissed off by the “come and get me” visage of mommy Jamie Lynne Grumet as she stands all pouty and sexy-like, hand on hip, as if she has just grabbed her powerless lover by the hair and forced his mouth to her pulsating breast.
Strangely, I subconsciously set out to prove in writing that my reality as a working mom was both happy and sustainable.