Rock Concerts Are Not for Kids

Last week I saw U2 play at the Rose Bowl. It was a special night for us longtime fans, and I had fun celebrating with so many others who obviously love the band as much as I do. I did not, however, love celebrating with the 4-year-olds who were there as well.

Motorized Scooters Keep Your Fat Kid Fat

I was chunky growing up even though I played a lot of sports, so I know what that's like. It sucks.

School Time = Me Time At Last!

T-minus seven days. My little munchkin will be a preschooler this time next week, and I can hardly stand the wait. I know I'll probably cry when we drop her off, and I'll have pangs of guilt and fits of worry. I just don't know if those will come before or after the celebration dance in honor of the reclaiming of my life.

Ode to My Vacation Suitcase

Can You Teach an Old Mom New Tricks?

We all know we're supposed to keep challenging our brains, but some days just figuring out dinner is harder than the Sunday Times' crossword with a side of mind-crunching Sudoku.

What Father's Day Means to Me

My dad passed away in 2005 and I miss him desperately.

What's Up With All the Misspelling??

The other day I received a postcard advertising an infant center/preschool.

I Like That My Husband Checks Out Chicks

Let me say for the record that I don't have an open marriage. But if my husband Wade ever meets Eliza Dushku, I'm letting him make out with her.

Shut UP at the Gym!

When I hit the gym, I hit it hard. That's the point in my mind. But not in Betty Bringdown's: apparently she goes to the gym not to run laps but to yap yap yap. And she's ruining my 90 minutes of me-time.

Sidewalk Chalk is Evil

Usually, the thought of a chalk outline on the ground is upsetting. But nothing would make me happier than to discover a chalk outline on my sidewalk filled, ironically, with sidewalk chalk. I don't know if there is a toy I hate more than this life-sucking abomination.

I Rock

Guest blogger Karyn Bryant: A couple of weeks ago I fulfilled a lifelong fantasy ... I joined a rock band and started sleeping with the drummer.

Are Some Kids Born Cool?

We know kids get self-conscious, but we got to wondering if some kids are in fact born with an innate understanding of how to be the hippest kid in the room.

My Kitchen, My Code

"Get out of my kitchen!"

Let the Kids Fight!

It's not something you often hear a woman say, but I love watching fights. I don't want my daughter to be a boxer, (only because I'd hate for her cute face to get hit!) but if I had a son, I wouldn't be afraid of letting him mix it up.

I'm a Mixed Martial Arts Mama

John McCain calls it "human cockfighting." It's violent, controversial and yet every day, parents are encouraging their kids to try it. It's Mixed Martial Arts -- MMA to us fans -- and it's becoming a worldwide phenomenon.

Hippie Hippie -- No Way

One mom's experience with an "open minded" pre-school.

When Mommy's a Tomboy

Last night, I went to see "The Women" with a girlfriend of mine. When I came home and told my husband what movie I had seen, he said something to the effect of, "Isn't that a chick flick? What were you doing there?" I have to admit, sometimes the things girls are supposed to enjoy doing kind of bore me. I'd honestly rather go to a fight or a football game than a mani-pedi party.

Olympic Medalists: Girls Gone Wild?

Guest blogger Karyn Bryant: So there they were, Kerri Walsh and Misty May-Treanor, right after their Olympic Beach Volleyball win, and all I could think was how quickly their celebration dance appeared to turn from innocent carousel to "Girls Gone Wild."