DivineCaroline Parenting Memories LaughsDivine Caroline for funny stories about pregnancy, giving birth, raising children and everything is funny about raising kids and being a parent.The Day That Would Not End- June 30, 2008 This is a true story ... I began the morning repeating my broken record routine of talking my daughters into answering the door when their friend arrived to walk to school, so she would not go through her daily routine of peeking in our mail slot and looking into our home while she waited. On the drive to work I was tailgated twice by the same person in different areas when they turned off and later reappeared on a different road several miles away. Within an hour, my brain was partially...http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22138/51764-day Out of the Mouths of Babies- June 25, 2008 Kids say the darndest things … they really, really do. As moms, we can be in awe one minute and in stitches the next. Sometimes their quotes are deep—more profound than they can really understand at their age—and other times, we see the depth of their thought and the process of their learning. “I’m Irish, my husband is American, and we’ve always told our four-year-old daughter that she is half Irish. All the talk of St. Patrick’s Day lately gets her...http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22138/51538-mouths-babies The Smoking Tampon- June 23, 2008 When I was a child, I loved going to my grandmother’s home. She let me do about anything short of setting it on fire. Fire was nothing to her since my mother had accidentally accomplished lighting the place up as a child. But still, that was probably the one rule of her house. Don’t set it on fire. My grandmother didn’t drive. So we would walk to this tiny store near her house called Jack’s. When entering Jack’s, it was as if the strangest combination of York...http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22138/51446-smoking-tampon Hot Stuff- June 22, 2008 As long as there’s a Castro Street, disco will never die. On one of the rare times I was allowed to take a walk with my teenaged son Robert and his girlfriend, we passed a bar in our neighborhood in San Francisco that was playing “Hot Stuff” so loudly we could hear it from the sidewalk. “You know” I started to say. “Don’t say it, Mom!” Robert broke in. “I don’t want to hear it!” “Don’t want to hear what” asked...http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22138/51396-hot-stuff I Scream, You Scream- June 6, 2008 Summer is here and with it comes my yearly quest for a reliable ice cream man for my neighborhood. I love the ice cream man. I like the music. I like the clown painted on the side—you know, the one with the big open mouth for trash. And yes, I like the ice cream. But what I really love about the ice cream man is the excitement he inspires. When I was growing up in the seventies, the ice cream man was like a neighborhood hero. Who else could convince my mother to fork over cash on demand...http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22138/50705-scream--scream-- |