I love driving at night. Let me rephrase that, I love being driven around at night by my husband with the kiddos snuggled quietly in their respective car seats. These night time drives have become a ritual of sorts for our family. Whenever I feel the need to break up the monotony of the bed…

Oh, teething. This is one aspect of my son’s babyhood that I gladly leave behind. I vividly remember the sleepless nights, the fussiness, and the decrease in his appetite. The appearance of his first pearly whites caused him nothing but distress. It was no fun at all. I often struggled to find ways to console…

“Mom, you were mad.” “Yeah, I was. Sorry.” “You were scrunchy.” “You mean grumpy?” “No, scrunchy.” Little Sister scrunches up her little face then continues on brushing her teeth. This was the conversation between me and Little Sister just moments after the incident that turned me into…well, apparently…Scrunchy Mama. It was bed time and I…