Raising Three Boys

ME: “Kwabena, am I a good Mommy?” KWABENA: “Yes, you are a good Mommy.” ME: “Why do you think I am a good Mommy?” KWABENA: “Because you do good things. Miss Marilyn [daycare provider] doesn’t do good things.” ME: “She doesn’t? What kind of things does Miss Marilyn do that aren’t good?” KWABENA: “She hurts me.” ME: “How does she… View Post

KWABI-ISMS #1 ME: “Kwabena, what do you want on your carrots?” KWABENA: “I want poo-poo on my carrots!” (What’s the fascination with poo-poo?? LOL) KWABI-ISMS #2 Scene: Kwabena is on the bed, and Kwasi comes in and leans down to talk to Kwabena. KWABENA: “Daddy….your breath smells like deeeeeep doo-doo!” 🙂

I have come to realize that I have an athlete on my hands. Maybe that means I am trying to set him up to fulfill this destiny in life, but serious, nothing brings my child as much joy as running and movement. This weekend I started Kwabena in a gym class for 2-4 year olds. We arrived at the elementary… View Post

Scene: Me, Kwasi, and Kwabena are lying in bed this morning, and I feel Kwabena’s pull-up and it’s bulky. I pull aside the front his pull-up. It wasn’t full of pee. It was his HAND. Me: “Kwabena, what you got down there? Is your pull-up full of pee-pee?” Kwabena: “I am holding my penis.” Me: “You’re what??” Kwabena: “I’m holding… View Post

Our family isn’t religious by any means. And most of the Easter stuff that people “celebrate” is bullshit to me. Now, it doesn’t mean that I wasn’t raised on the same bullshit–we got Easter baskets (or, rather, Easter “pots” because it was always more cheap and convenient for my mom to fill a pot or pan than to go buy… View Post