There is no doubt that we are giving this parenting gig our best effort; however, in those moments when we realize just how badly a situation could have turned out, we shake our heads in disbelief at how we could have been so stupid. See the kids in this picture, smiling, wearing protective head gear,… Continue reading Parenting: Risk Taking and Mistake Making
Fred and Ginger we are not. But we have been known to bust out our collective dance moves at weddings, and Geoff carries his skills on the national and international stage as a professional skier–and, yes, sometimes Geoff wheels over my toes or I spin him too hard into innocent bystanders. And we are… Continue reading Disability and Dancing with the Stars
This one right here. This one with spunky, waterlogged, blond pigtails, wet from swimming, giant blue eyes inherited from her flirty father, and her perfect white chiclet teeth. Yes her. She is headed to kindergarten this fall, following on the short heels of her brother. She is ready. I am ready. She asked the… Continue reading How Heading to Kindergarten is a Little Like Leaving for College…Only Different
I have this friend from college, Emily Cobb Henry, who writes these amazing notes for many mom friends in her life around Mother’s Day. This gift is unlike many others, requiring no money or space on a shelf collecting dust that would just mock me daily–just hours of precious time. She is a talented writer… Continue reading On the Day Before Mother’s Day…
Let’s face it- most parenting is adaptive as we learn to adjust to the little people who come into our lives. Just when we believe we have found an answer, they grow, change, evolve, and send us back to the drawing table of sorts. Today, Geoff made a bold mood. He decided, while I was… Continue reading Adaptive Cycling: One Boy, One Dad, and One Bike Path
T-ball is perhaps the most dangerous sport I’ve ever experienced- as a coach or athlete- twentyish preschoolers and kindergarten friends wielding bats, throwing errant balls (still hard and hurtful despite being “soft”), wearing mitts with little intention or ability of actually catching. And when the ball does mysteriously land in the glove, we celebrate… Continue reading The Perils of T- Ball…
Heather Ehrman Krill 