Recently I found myself in an awkward situation at a child’s fifth birthday party.
I am having a parenting crisis and I could use your help. My son has finally reached the age to drive and he has been pestering me to take him to get his learning permit.
It has arrived. The final chapter in Lola’s story of revenge (by dinosaur!)
Lately I’ve been feeling more adult than normal. I think I can chalk that up to temporarily being assigned childcare duties for my two young nieces while their parents remained at home and enjoyed a few weeks of sleep.
My nieces are here for a visit and I’ve been lucky enough to get sole custody of them for the past four days.
Lola’s dinosaur saga continues into the third week of her reign of terror.
We left off with Lola hatching a dinosaur egg, the feared Tyrannosaurus Rex. What I didn’t tell you was that Lola has more than one egg.
I don’t think it will come as any surprise to you all that Lola is a bit odd. She writes an advice column, answers to over 32 aliases, and watches television with the intensity of a human.
There is a teenager on my street who watches children for multiple families, mine included. I use her services three to four times each month and my children adore her. When I called her for another night with the children, she advised me that she had to raise her rates.
A new poll opens every Tuesday at 6am (London time) and runs for 48 hours. That is 48 hours to agonize over which option you will select. To be honest though, you could spend that time eating cake after voting in under 10 seconds. Choices are all around you.